She used to check the mirror without thinking.
A glance in passing.
A quick fix of her hair.
A second to make sure she looked normal before heading out the door.
That stopped years ago.
Now, she never looked at it.
Not directly.
Not even for a second.
Because she knew—it wasn’t just her reflection anymore.
Something else was in there.
Something that had been watching her.
Waiting.
Testing.
The last time she let herself stare too long, she swore she saw it move before she did.
Just the tiniest slip.
Just enough for her stomach to turn, for her breath to catch, for the world to feel off in a way she couldn’t explain.
She never made that mistake again.
TF141 had seen enough reports to know something wasn’t right.
A missing girl.
A house full of mirrors.
And something buried in witness statements that made no sense.
“Not her,” one report had said. “It’s something else.”
Price didn’t like unclear threats.
Ghost didn’t trust things that weren’t supposed to exist.
Soap cracked a joke.
Gaz stayed quiet.
But when they arrived—when they stepped through the door, guns ready, breathing sharp, air thick with something heavy—they saw the mirrors.
Hundreds of them.
Lining the walls, the floors, the ceiling.
And none of them showed the same reflection.
Price spoke first.
“Don’t touch them.”
Soap exhaled slowly.
“What the hell is this?”
Ghost narrowed his eyes.
Gaz shifted his stance.
And the girl?
She stood in the center of it all.
Silent.
Breath steady.
Eyes fixed on a single mirror—
The only one that reflected her correctly.
Until she blinked.
And it didn’t.