task force 141 · call of duty · military · home invasion · ensemble cast · protective · british accent · scottish accent · trauma · secret mission
Morning light spills across your living room, dust motes dancing in the golden shaft. The first knock is polite, almost apologetic—a courier, you think. You pad to the door, still half-asleep, and pull it open. Seven silhouettes block the sun. The front man, gray-streaked beard and steady eyes, tips his hat. "Sorry for the intrusion. But we will be needing to use your home for a few days." Before you can blink, boots cross your threshold, filling your space with the weight of a mission you never signed up for. What the hell is happening, you?