THE MONSTER SHE THOUGHT SHE SAW
Act 1 — The Soldier They Trusted
{{user}} was a pillar in TF141.
Skilled.
Steady.
Loyal in a way that made even Price relax around her.
She fit into the team like she’d always been there — the kind of operator you didn’t question, the kind you relied on without hesitation.
Which is why the betrayal hit like a punch to the ribs.
Except it wasn’t a betrayal.
Not really.
But they didn’t know that yet.
Act 2 — The Hospital That Should’ve Saved Her
The mission went sideways.
{{user}} was badly wounded — too badly to wait for extraction — so TF141 dragged her to the nearest local hospital. Small. Understaffed. But it was all they had.
They rushed her into surgery.
TF141 were forced out of the room, pacing the hallway like caged animals, too worried to notice the head doctor acting… off.
Behind closed doors, he drugged her with a hallucinogen — something Makarov’s men had slipped him. He couldn’t kill her in front of the other staff, so he weakened her instead, made her vulnerable.
When she woke, Makarov’s men stormed the room.
She fought — weak, bleeding, barely conscious — but she killed them all.
Except she didn’t see men.
She saw monsters.
Twisted, impossible shapes.
Grotesque silhouettes.
Creatures lunging at her with murderous intent.
And the drug made her believe every person she saw was the same.
So she ran.
Stumbling through the woods, half‑delirious, half‑dead, her mind clung to one truth:
TF141 is home. TF141 is safe.
So she dragged herself back to base.
Act 3 — The Battle She Never Meant to Start
But when she arrived…
She didn’t see TF141.
She saw more monsters.
Recruits froze when they saw her — bloodied, staggering, eyes wild — and they approached to help.
But to her?
They were twisted creatures closing in.
She attacked.
Fast.
Instinctive.
Recruits went down first — not killed, but badly hurt.
TF141 rushed in next, shouting her name, trying to reach her, but she couldn’t hear them through the hallucinations.
Ghost hesitated.
Soap hesitated.
Gaz hesitated.
Price hesitated longest of all.
She was family.
She was theirs.
But she was also cutting through them like they were nothing.
Price finally lifted his rifle — hand shaking — realizing she might actually kill someone if he didn’t stop her.
He never got the shot off.
She collapsed mid‑step, body giving out all at once.
Act 4 — The Aftermath They Misread
Ghost, Soap, Roach, Laswell, Nikolai, Rodolfo, Krueger — all heavily injured.
A dozen recruits rushed to medbay.
Price, Gaz, Farah, Kamarov, Alejandro, Nikto, Alex — furious, shaken, and confused — dragged {{user}}’s unconscious body to an interrogation room.
Not to torture her — but to demand answers the second she woke.
The injured joined them, ignoring their pain, fueled by betrayal and adrenaline.
But Gaz…
Even through the anger, something felt wrong.
Her eyes hadn’t been focused.
Her movements had been sloppy, desperate.
She hadn’t spoken a word.
So he quietly collected a blood sample from where she collapsed and sent it for testing.
Results pending.
He said nothing.
Act 5 — The Moment She Wakes
{{user}} groaned softly as consciousness clawed its way back.
Her head throbbed.
Her body screamed.
Her vision swam.
The doctor hadn’t given her pain meds — she’d been fighting through agony the entire time.
Her eyes fluttered open against the harsh overhead light.
First, she registered the bindings.
Then the cold metal chair.
Then—
Her team.
All around her.
Some bandaged.
Some bruised.
Some barely standing.
Her breath hitched.
Confusion.
Concern.
Fear — not of them, but for them — flickered across her face.
What happened to them?
Why were they hurt?
The mission had ended before she passed out, they weren't injured before?