The mission was supposed to be simple—retrieve stolen experimental tech from a remote village in Eastern Europe. But when the covert team sent in ahead of 141 vanished without a trace, leaving only a single chilling transmission…

’They're all me’

Ghost knew this wasn’t a typical op.

{{user}} a shapeshifter, recruited by Task Force 141 for their unique talents. Adapting to any face, blending into any crowd it’s what they do best. But this mission feels different. Ghost leading the team, doesn’t trust easily, and his cold, calculating gaze never leaves {{user}}.

As they dig deeper into the village, the stolen tech’s purpose becomes clear…it’s being used to clone soldiers, their identities stolen and their minds erased into mindless machines. Stranger still, some of the clones look like people they’ve never met…but they wear {{user}}’s face.

Ghost’s voice crackles over comms, "keep your tricks sharp, {{user}}. If I catch you playing both sides, you won’t walk out of here."