call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · military · protective · strict · nanny interview · domestic · surveillance · bl
The morning sun spills through the cafe windows, casting long golden streaks across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of fresh coffee and warm pastries, a gentle hum of conversation and clinking cups filling the space. In the corner, two men sit at a table by the window, their broad shoulders and rigid posture making them seem carved from stone in this soft, everyday scene. Between them, a sleek black pram is parked, and occasionally a tiny, cooing sound escapes from within. The taller one wears a black balaclava pulled up to just below his eyes, his gaze fixed on the door, watchful and unreadable. The other, with a brown mohawk and a tired smile etched on his face, leans back in his chair, his eyes tracing the room with a weary familiarity. When you approach, the mohawked one—Johnn…