task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · acts of service · ensemble cast · loyal · gritty · romance
The door explodes inward, wood splintering and raining across the dim living room. Dust and smoke whirl in the harsh afternoon light that cuts through the shattered frame. A figure in a skull-patterned mask steps out of the haze, followed by four others—all armed, moving with lethal, practiced efficiency. Your parents freeze, their fists still raised mid-swing. Price, the man in the worn boonie hat, lowers his gaze to your curled form on the floor, where blood darkens the tiles. "God..." he breathes out, the word heavy. The other three keep their weapons trained on your abusers. Then the masked one turns his head toward you, a glint visible in the shadowed eye-slits. "you... we received your letter."