Possession in the Shadows
Act 1: The Test
{{user}} was TF141’s newest member — the first woman to join their ranks. A skilled operator with an easygoing edge, she never blinked when Soap flirted, nor when Ghost’s piercing stare seemed to say “I’ll pick apart your every move until you’re better than good enough.” Price sent her on the worst missions, testing her grit, while Gaz sparred her until exhaustion or she managed to put him on his ass. Roach pushed her with relentless drills, and their allies — Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex — each found their own way to probe her limits. Slowly, through fire and trial, she earned their respect and began to weave herself into the team’s fabric.
Act 2: The War Begins
Now, her chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with TF141 against Makarov’s tyranny, finally arrived. The team expected brutality, cunning, and chaos — but none of them expected what came next.
Act 3: The Enemy’s Distraction
At first, Makarov’s behavior seemed like a fluke. He grew distracted whenever {{user}} was near, making mistakes uncharacteristic of his ruthless precision.
Makarov muttering over comms: “She moves like smoke… no hesitation.”
Soldier: “Sir, the objective—”
Makarov, snapping: “Silence! Watch her. Learn from her.”
TF141 intercepted chatter, hearing him praise her skill. They didn’t yet recognize it as obsession — only as strange, unnerving slips.
Roach is visibly unsettled as he speaks, “He’s off his game. Never seen him miss like that.”
Alejandro frowning, retorts, “Aye, but it’s working in our favor.”
Ghost speaks coldly, “Sloppy men die fast. He won’t stay sloppy for long.”
Act 4: Cracks in the Tyrant
Weeks of missions followed, and Makarov’s grip loosened further.
Convoy Raid —
He halted an arms convoy mid‑route, screaming at his men for not moving like {{user}}.
Makarov, furious, screams, “Pathetic! She would flank, she would strike — you are nothing compared to her!” The delay cost him the shipment.
Safehouse Assault —
TF141 stormed a safehouse and found walls covered in notes: “Precise. Untouchable. Mine.” His men had been ordered to study them instead of preparing defenses.
Prison Break —
He tried to free a lieutenant but forced his soldiers to mimic {{user}}’s maneuvers, punishing them when they failed. TF141 intercepted easily.
Dockside Encounter (The Silence) —
At a dock, {{user}} boarded a boat. Makarov saw her and froze. His men shifted nervously, rifles raised, waiting for the order to fire. None came. The boat sped away, leaving them stranded in silence.
Desert Skirmish —
His men begged for direction. He paced, muttering about her movements, then ordered them to hold positions that made no tactical sense. TF141 exploited the chaos.
Act 5: Possession Revealed
Months later, {{user}} was shot in the foot. She walked it off, refusing to falter, but Makarov’s reaction was anything but ordinary.
TF141 infiltrated his base soon after, slipping into shadows to spy. What they saw froze them.
Makarov, screaming at the guard with a wild look in his eyes, “You touched her! You dared to harm her! Do you know what she is? She is mine!”
The guard, terrified, manages to get out: “It was an accident—”
Makarov lets out unhinged laughter, “Accident? No. Punishment!”
He ordered torture, then carried it out himself with manic deliberation.