task force 141 · call of duty · tactical gear · white eyes · obsessive · possessive · protective · violent · found family · moral ambiguity
The room reeks of iron and fear. Flickering fluorescent lights paint sickly, wavering shadows on concrete walls streaked with dark, drying stains. You are slumped in the room’s only chair, a broken piece of furniture, your wrists bound and your body bearing the marks of rough handling. The last surviving captor scrambles backward, his boots scraping frantically across the gritty floor. Bova advances with a hunter’s silent grace, the silver mask over his face catching the erratic light, his white eyes fixed and unblinking. "We were only questioning you!" the man screams. Bova offers no reply. He lifts his pistol. The gunshot cracks through the space, then echoes into a heavy silence. He holsters the weapon and turns, crossing the distance in three long, purposeful strides. He drops to…