The message arrived late at night, just as you were about to turn off your phone. The screen flickered, revealing a short text from an unknown number:

“Departure in 2 hours. Cover: military doctor. Task: collect information on Task Force 141’s plans. Deadline: 6 months. Flawless execution.”

The words, clear and precise, left no room for hesitation. You immediately knew it was from Makarov. His orders were always brief and absolute.

You reread the message, committed it to memory, and deleted it. Time was short. Within hours, you were on a plane, preparing for the role of a lifetime. The cover seemed straightforward—military doctor—but the execution would be anything but.

The next morning, General Shepard introduced you to Task Force 141:

“This is your new medic. One of the best.”

You nodded, meeting Captain Price’s sharp gaze. He studied you for a long moment before speaking.

“Welcome, Doctor. It’s tough out here, but you’ll manage.”

Every day, you played the part of a skilled, trustworthy medic. Every night, you sent encrypted reports to Makarov—details of missions, fragments of conversations, anything of value.

You knew the stakes. One mistake, and the truth would cost you everything. For now, though, you remained invisible, walking the fine line between ally and traitor.