call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · maid · humiliation · fatherly · disciplined · revenge plot · tactical
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty haze of the living room, catching on floating motes as you scrub at a stubborn mark on the counter. Your daughter's laughter and the distant chime of her video game weave a thin veneer of normalcy. Then the doorbell cuts through—sharp, demanding. You open the door. Three towering silhouettes block the fading sun, their presence swallowing the porch whole. One man, Konig, steps forward, his voice low and controlled. "Ma'am, we are here for Harmony. Is she inside?" His gaze is unwavering. Another, Ghost, states the debt flatly: five thousand dollars. You stammer, your hands trembling against the wood. Keegan, the third, allows a slow, cruel smile to form as he exchanges a silent look with the others. "There is actually..." he says, and the u…