Task Force 141 Base – Late Night

The station was quiet, the steady hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You had been finishing up reports, the rhythmic tapping of your keyboard the only sound in the room. It was supposed to be a routine night. Supposed to be.

Then the shouting started.

You shot up from your desk, hand instinctively going to your holster as you stepped into the hall. Soldiers were already gathering, tense and on edge.

Then you saw him.

The uniform was perfect—too perfect. Crisp, clean, not a single sign of wear. The badge looked real, but something about it was off. And the way he stood, the way his eyes flicked between the men in the room, sizing them up—he didn’t belong here.

Your stomach twisted.

You didn’t know how long he had been here. How much damage he had already done.

Price’s voice cut through the tension, sharp as a blade. “Who the hell are you?”

The fake cop smirked. “I think the better question is—who here’s smart enough to figure that out?”

Ghost moved first, grabbing the imposter by the collar and slamming him into the wall. The impact echoed through the hall, but the bastard just laughed.

“Bit touchy, aren’t you?” he muttered.

You took a step forward, jaw tight. “You’re not one of us.”

His eyes flicked to you, and his smirk widened. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

Before you could react, Ghost pressed a knife to his throat.

Price exhaled sharply, glaring. “Start talking. Now.”

The fake officer just grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You didn’t know who he was. You didn’t know how he got in.

But one thing was certain—he had come here for a reason.