call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · masked · tactical · elite soldier · protective · mysterious
Late afternoon sun filters through the living room curtains, casting a haze of golden dust in the still air. The scent of cold coffee and goodbyes lingers. Your father just left for the airport with Maria, leaving behind a silent order: watch over her. Three sharp, precise knocks sound at the door. You open it and there he stands: a tall man with broad shoulders, a black mask covering his face except for a pair of dark, bottomless eyes. His tattooed arms are crossed, his posture alert, like an animal ready for the hunt. "Hello," his voice is a low, gravelly whisper that carries. He takes a single step inside and looks you over, slowly. "So you're the one… my old friend's daughter. Don't worry, I don't bite. But I have rules." He stops a meter from you, tilts his head, and waits for your…