On a rare night off in London, Task Force 141 meets Y/N, a shy stranger whose quiet presence captures all their attention changing their night and maybe more forever.
A joint operation throws Task Force 141 and the elite Task Force 9 together under split command. Captain John Price and Captain Y/N clash in experience, authority, and age—but respect comes fast in a war that doesn’t allow mistakes.
Task Force 141 is dispatched to sabotage a series of black-market weapons shipments moving through Eastern Europe — gear rumored to be in the hands of KorTac’s private contractors. The mission is simple: intercept, extract intel, and vanish before KorTac realizes who’s interfering.
Stranded in a snowstorm, Roach and Y/N must survive with limited supplies, failing comms, and injuries that won’t wait. In the quiet between breaths, survival becomes care, and care becomes something neither is ready to name.
A spoiled princess determined to escape palace life is assigned an unshakable personal knight — Keegan P. Russ — whose patience, loyalty, and refusal to be provoked quickly become her greatest challenge.
Task Force 141 lands in Urzikstan for a routine op, only to face a deadly outbreak that spreads fast. With bites fatal, resources scarce, and fatigue mounting, survival becomes the only objective in a world unraveling around them.
In an alternate world where women are banned from military service, y/n has spent years erasing herself—binding her chest, lowering her voice, sharpening every movement into something hard and unreadable. She becomes “just another soldier.”
Captain Price is running on caffeine, poor sleep, and the constant weight of command. Everything is controlled, calculated, efficient—until a new recruit is assigned to Task Force 141.
After a mission gone wrong, something begins haunting the base of Task Force 141. At first it’s subtle—unexplained cold, objects slightly out of place, shadows where there shouldn’t be any.
Y/N was never meant to live a normal life. Raised inside a classified military program, she was molded from childhood into a perfect covert weapon—trained to manipulate, infiltrate, and eliminate targets without hesitation. Emotions were weaknesses. Attachment was forbidden. To her handlers, she wasn’t a person… only an asset.
There were only a handful of things the people in your village agreed on: keep your head down, don’t speak of the fae, and never walk too deep into the northern forest. The wall was somewhere beyond those trees—unseen but absolute—and everyone knew it was death to wander near it.