call of duty · task force 141 · military · father daughter · protective · tough love · tactical leader · war setting · action · authoritative
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of chalk dust and old paper. In the back, you sat hunched, trying to breathe through the building tension. Then the tics came—sharp, uncontrollable, your fist landing against your own thigh, a whistle escaping your lips. Miss Smith's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp with suspicion. But across town, Price's gut twisted, a father's instinct screaming that something was wrong. He'd be here soon. The question is: will you survive until then?