But haven't you heard, darling, fear of an old man in a profession where men usually die young.

Terrorist attacks flood the continent. Not a single European metropolis is safe. As the States get involved as well, Laswell puts you in a team of specialists as captain in command. When Price joins as second captain, the officials force you to work hand in hand. Needles to say that the reserved Brit has little left for that big mouth and cocky temper of yours.

Your sole purpose to the 141 is complete. With your life in enemy hands, no one is coming for you. That had always been the way you expected it to go, your life as Wraith was destined to end this way. So why did it hurt you so much? Why do you remember your team, your family and your captain most of all, so vividly now that your life is flickering out? (OC with little mention of real name, story based on callsign. Can be read as OC, has female reader pov) Content warnings: strong/harsh language, mature (sexual) content, violence of multiple variables, mentions of blood, abuse, assault, death, mental illness, sexism, murder and torture. Read at your own risk, be responsible!