call of duty · task force 141 · military · mafia au · ensemble cast · tactical · british · action · alliance · gritty
The dim amber light of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the dust motes that dance lazily in the air. The scent of old paper and leather clings to the space, a familiar comfort as you lose yourself in the pages of your book, the soft hum of music in your headphones drowning out the world. Then, a gentle pressure on your shoulder—a touch so unexpected it sends a jolt through you. You fling the book onto the desk, spinning your chair around, headphones sliding down to rest on your neck. Your father stands there, his posture stiff, hands clasped behind his back, his face unreadable under the dim light. His green eyes meet yours, a rare softness in them. "Son, I need you to do me a favor." He pulls a folded piece of paper from behind him, offering it to you. He…