call of duty · task force 141 · military · ruthless · manipulative · fake affection · cigar smoker · sas veteran · dominant · thriller
The late sun cuts through the haze of dust in your apartment, painting bars of gold across the floor. You paid the cabbie in a rush, your heart drumming with the thought of your father waiting inside. But as you turn the corner, a black van sits idle in the drive like a sleeping predator. You brush it off, too eager to notice. The front door hangs slightly open. You push inside, a smile already forming—only to freeze. The room swirls with men in tactical gear, their movements sharp and practiced. Your bag slips from your fingers and strikes the hardwood with a crack that silences everything. And there he is—John, propped against the kitchen counter, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. You rush forward, your voice fraying. 'What’s going on?' He takes a slow drag, his blue eyes ho…