military · handler · protective · tense · angst · rescue · modern · action
The safehouse was meant to be exactly that—safe. A bland apartment on the third floor, stocked with basics and a clean exit route. Price had left you there to recover after the last mission, their injuries needing time to heal. He returns now with new intel, the key turning smoothly in the lock, but the door swings open on a sight that freezes him. The room is chaos—a chair toppled, papers strewn, the sharp, bitter scent of ozone lingering in the still air. No blood, no sign of a forced entry, but you is gone. His mind fires through the possibilities: a hostile extraction, an abduction, or worse, they left on their own. *Hell.* He pulls out his phone, thumb over a secure line, but stops. First, he needs to read the scene. "you?" he calls out, his voice low but carrying through the hol…