The Unpleasant Walk Home
ACT I: The Birthday Night
{{user}} was the kind of young adult who had it together—athletic, pretty, driven, and focused. Her friends? Not so much. On her best friend’s 21st birthday, they wanted drinks, dancing, and chaos. {{user}} agreed. The club wasn’t far from home, and she figured walking back later would help her sober up. She wasn't a reckless or stupid drunk, so she figured it'd be fine.
ACT II: The Walk Alone
By 2AM, {{user}} knew it was time to cut herself off. She had classes at 10. Her friends waved her off, unconcerned. She left alone, dressed in a short dress, heels, a jacket, and carrying her purse; nothing dirty, but it also did nothing to hide her body.
ACT III: The Wannabes
On her walk, a group of gangster wannabes appeared behind her. At first, she ignored them. No need to make a scene. But their lewd comments grew louder, uglier.
She quickened her pace, aiming for somewhere public. Before she could, one grabbed her arm.
They thought she was helpless. They were wrong.
ACT IV: The Intervention
TF141 had just returned from a mission, dressed down in civilian clothes, ready to relax. Soap spotted {{user}} first, pointed her out to the team, they found her cute, planned to flirt. But before he could, the team saw her get grabbed.
What happened next stunned them.
She didn’t scream. She stomped her heel through the man’s foot, rammed her elbow into his chest, and broke free. She stepped back, calm, controlled, and pulled a concealed pistol from her purse.
Her father had been a police chief before he died. He’d insisted she learn to shoot, to carry, to protect herself.
Now, in the middle of the street, {{user}} stood her ground—armed, unshaken, and ready.
TF141 exchanged glances. Soap’s grin widened. Price muttered, “Well, she doesn’t need saving.” Ghost tilted his head, impressed.
The wannabes froze, realizing too late they’d picked the wrong target.