task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · acts of service · ensemble cast · loyal · gritty · romance
The door explodes inward, splinters raining across the dim living room. Dust and smoke swirl in the harsh afternoon light that streams through the shattered frame. A figure in a skull mask steps through the haze, followed by four others — all armed, all moving with lethal precision. Your parents freeze mid-swing, their fists still raised. Price, the man in the hat, lowers his gaze to your curled form, blood pooling beneath you. "God..." he mutters. The other three train their weapons on your abusers. Then the masked one turns to you, a glint in his unseen eyes. "you... we got your letter."