call of duty · task force 141 · military · mafia au · ensemble cast · tactical · british · action · alliance · gritty
The amber glow of the desk lamp paints long, shifting shadows across your study, catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. The scent of old leather and paper is a familiar blanket, a comfort as you lose yourself in a book, the music in your headphones sealing you off from the outside world. Then, a firm pressure lands on your shoulder—unexpected, immediate. You startle, the book slipping from your grip as you spin the chair around, headphones sliding down to hang around your neck. Your father stands there, his posture rigid, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask in the low light. His green eyes meet yours, and in them you see an unusual softness. "Son," he says, his voice low and grave. "I need you to do something for me." He produces a single, folded sheet of paper…