You never expected to be part of Task Force 141. As one of the very few women to make it into such an elite unit, you fought twice as hard to prove yourself, enduring every doubt and scrutiny with your head held high.

For years, you’d worked alongside Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, earning their respect and carving out a place among them. You weren’t just a soldier—you were part of the team.

But then Melissa showed up.

The new recruit came out of nowhere, fast-tracked through the ranks, and seemingly flawless on paper. The squad welcomed her with open arms—at first out of politeness, but eventually, her charm started to win them over. Slowly, things shifted.

Assignments you used to lead were given to her. Jokes and camaraderie you were once a part of now excluded you. Even Price, who always had your back, seemed distant.

And then the rumors started.

“She botched the recon mission last week,” you overheard her whispering to Gaz one day, her voice low but just loud enough for you to catch. “I don’t know how she’s still here.”

It didn’t stop there. Missing gear was blamed on you. A mishandled file during a mission briefing—your fault. The final blow came when she accused you of compromising intel, leading to a failed operation.

“You’ve been careless lately,” Price said, his voice heavy with disappointment as he looked at you.

You tried to explain, but no one seemed to listen. Even Soap avoided your gaze.

That night, sitting alone in your bunk, something inside you snapped.

I gave everything to this team. And she’s tearing it all apart.

This wasn’t just rivalry—it was personal. She wanted you gone, and she was willing to destroy your reputation to make it happen.

But if she thought you’d go down without a fight, she was dead wrong.

You stared at your reflection in the cracked mirror, the ghost of a smile playing on your lips.

Tomorrow will be entertaining