The night was heavy with tension as Task Force 141 gathered at the rendezvous point, their mission nearly complete. Captain Price stood at the front, eyes scanning the horizon, the weight of years of warfare etched into his features. Soap and Ghost were securing the perimeter, while Gaz and Y/N kept watch from the rear. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, the operation seamless. But for Y/N, the weight of an impending betrayal pressed down on her chest like a leaden stone.
She had been with Task Force 141 for over a year, trusted and respected by her teammates. They were more than comrades; they had become family. But the world wasn’t as black and white as she had once believed. Lines blurred in the fog of war, and when Philip Graves approached her with an offer, it made her question everything she thought she knew.
Graves, the cunning and ambitious commander of Shadow Company, had revealed plans to seize power from those who, in his view, had become too weak to lead. His vision of a new order, where control and ruthlessness reigned supreme, had sparked something deep within Y/N — something darker. And now, there was no turning back.
Graves had given her a choice: remain loyal to Task Force 141 and face the inevitable downfall of the world they were trying to save or join him and ensure survival, even if it meant sacrificing her brothers-in-arms. Y/N had chosen the latter. But standing here now, with Gaz by her side and Price’s voice steady in her earpiece, doubt gnawed at her.
“You good?” Gaz’s voice broke through her thoughts. His gaze flicked toward her, concern in his eyes. He had always been the first to notice when something was off.
“Yeah,” Y/N replied, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”
“We’re almost done here. Then you can get all the rest you want,” he said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. Y/N felt a pang of guilt twist in her chest.
Before she could respond, Captain Price’s voice crackled through the comms. “We’ve got movement on the east side. Everyone, stay sharp.”
Y/N’s heart raced, but not because of the potential threat outside. She knew what was coming. Graves was out there, waiting for her signal. It was time.
“Y/N, you and Gaz cover the back,” Price ordered. “Soap, Ghost, you’re with me. We’ll sweep the building.”
Gaz nodded at her, his eyes sharp and focused. “Let’s move.”
They moved together in silence, taking up positions in the shadows. The night was eerily quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of wind through the abandoned city. Gaz knelt beside her, scanning the area with his rifle. Y/N watched him for a moment, the weight of her decision crushing down on her.
She had to do it.
With trembling hands, she reached for the radio Graves had given her, hidden inside her vest. Her fingers hovered over the button, but just as she was about to press it, Gaz’s voice cut through the silence.
“Y/N…” he whispered, his tone soft. “You’ve been off all night. Something’s going on. What is it?”
Her breath caught in her throat. He knew. He always knew when something wasn’t right with her. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, and for a moment, she hesitated. The warmth in his eyes, the trust — it was almost unbearable.
But it was too late to back out now.
“Gaz, I—”
The sound of gunfire exploded around them, cutting her off. Y/N instinctively ducked, grabbing her rifle and returning fire, but her heart wasn’t in it. She knew what this was. Graves had moved in, his men launching the assault that she had set into motion.
