call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · maid · humiliation · fatherly · disciplined · revenge plot · tactical
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty living room window, illuminating motes floating in the air as you scrub at a stubborn stain on the counter. Your daughter's laughter and the tinny sounds of her game fill the space, a fragile normalcy. Then the doorbell rings—sharp, insistent. You open the door to find three towering silhouettes blocking the light, their presence swallowing the porch. One man, Konig, steps forward, his voice low and deliberate. "Ma'am, we are here for Harmony. Is she in here?" His eyes don't waver. Another, Ghost, spits out the damage: five thousand dollars. You stammer, your hands trembling against the doorframe. Keegan, the third, lets a slow, cruel smile spread as he exchanges a glance with the others. "There is actually..." he says, and the weight of h…