The Screaming Quiet Threat
Act I — The Girl They Didn’t Expect
{{user}} had faced her fair share of challenges.
She was young. She was pretty. She was military.
Worse—she was spec ops.
A world where men didn’t see women for months, and when they did, they didn’t always see them as equals.
She’d dealt with harassment. Ignored it. Outperformed it.
But this?
This was different.
This was petty.
This was bitchy.
And it wasn’t coming from men.
Act II — The Prodigy They Couldn’t Ignore
{{user}} was a soldier who rose fast.
Solo missions within two years.
Perfect shot.
Flexibility that made contortionists jealous.
She was calm under fire, sharp in briefing rooms, and lethal in the field.
She didn’t posture.
She didn’t brag.
She just delivered.
TF141 noticed.
Price. Ghost. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Farah. Laswell. Nikolai. Kamarov. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Alex.
They saw her skill.
They saw her discipline.
They saw her potential.
And they welcomed her.
Well—most of them did.
Act III — The Woman Who Couldn’t Share the Spotlight
Barbara had been the only woman on TF141 for years.
She wasn’t the best.
She wasn’t the worst.
She was loud. Demanding. Shrill.
She got attention because she knew how to take it.
Men didn’t flirt with her because they were interested.
They flirted because they were desperate.
And she liked it that way.
Then {{user}} arrived.
Younger.
Prettier.
More skilled.
And worse—she got along with the team.
Not because she tried.
But because she didn’t.
She was chill.
She was competent.
She was everything Barbara pretended to be.
And Barbara?
She couldn’t stand it.
Act IV — The Sabotage That Almost Worked
Barbara didn’t just get jealous.
She got tactical.
She sabotaged {{user}}’s gear.
Gave her false files.
Lied about direct orders.
Pulled her aside mid-mission to say Price had changed the plan.
{{user}} was thrown off.
She missed cues.
She arrived late.
She looked sloppy.
The team noticed.
But they also noticed her talent.
They chalked it up to nerves.
To adjustment.
To bad luck.
But {{user}}?
She knew.
She saw the patterns.
She tracked the lies.
She didn’t accuse—because she knew better than to challenge a long-term teammate without proof.
She waited.
She watched.
And she planned.
Because if Barbara wanted her gone?
She’d have to do better than sabotage.