call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · sas veteran · military · ruthless · tactical genius · leader · gritty · action
The sky bleeds a deep orange, the last rays of sun slicing through the haze of exhaust and distant neon. You sit on the cold curb outside the mall, the concrete rough under your palms, the faint smell of hot asphalt and cheap perfume drifting from the entrance. The parking lot is nearly empty now, just a few stray cars and the hum of a flickering streetlight. You trace the edge of your phone screen, the cracked glass catching the fading light. It all started at a bake sale, of all places—your dad, a widower, meeting a single mom. Now you're here, alone, your birthday forgotten. Your father's car is long gone, and Emily's laugh still echoes in your head. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant drone of traffic. You check your phone again. No messages. No calls. Just the memory…