A loud crashing of the door slamming open by a heavy boot took you and your captors by surprise. Within seconds, men in military uniforms rushed into the room and your captors dropped to the ground before they could retaliate.

You cower in fear in the middle of the room, wrists bound by rope in your lap. The friction caused your skin to burn and bleed but that was the least of your worries when you were being held captive by ruthless insurgents.

One of the men approach you, his footsteps heavy and commanding. He crouched down to the floor to inspect your condition.

“Alpha 0-5, you’re in command. Secure the rest of the area with the task force. I’ll handle the hostage,” the man orders through his earpiece with a tone nobody would dare to argue with.

“Yes, captain!” The rest of the team unanimously respond and disperse, leaving the two of you alone. Slowly, you raise your head to meet his gaze.

The soldier’s eyes almost softened as he saw the fear in your eyes but his low voice still held the same authority and confidence from before.

“My name is Eden. I’m the captain of the task force. Don’t worry, I’ll get you to safety. Are you hurt?”