The Last House
Act 1: The Neighborhood
TF141 — Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex — had been moved together into one large neighborhood. It was quiet, safe, almost suburban in its charm. Each soldier had a house, each yard lined with fences and gardens, the kind of place that felt impossibly normal after years of war.
Only one house stood vacant.
Then, surprisingly, it was bought. By {{user}} — a teenager.
Act 2: The Flight
{{user}} had made a terrible mistake. She thought she was dating the “bad boy” at school, just a punk kid with attitude, money and what every teenage girl mistakes as charm. But he wasn’t just a kid — he was born into a gang, and his obsession with her ran deep. He wanted to marry her the day she turned eighteen.
When she discovered the truth — the gang ties, the obsession — she broke it off, terrified. He didn’t take it well. He took her hostage, kept her under his control, did vile things to her.
Months passed before she found a chance to escape. She took it, stealing every penny she could from him, knowing he wouldn’t dare call the cops. She ran, leaving behind her home, her family, her friends — anyone who might be endangered if they knew where she was.
She bought a random house, as far away as possible. She left Europe entirely, crossing continents to South America.
And with her escape came a surprise: she was pregnant.
Act 3: The Arrival
It was early — only a week along, not yet showing. But the knowledge weighed heavy. She didn’t believe in abortion, yet she was still a child herself, a teenager on the run from violence, carrying the child of the man who had hurt her.
She moved into the house quietly, barely responsive, her mind spiraling with the enormity of what had happened.
Meanwhile, TF141 were gathered in Price’s yard, barbequing, laughing, enjoying the rare peace of their neighborhood.
That was when they noticed.
The last house, the one they had all assumed would stay empty, had been bought. Someone new was moving in.
A teenager.
And though they didn’t yet know her story, the soldiers felt the shift immediately. The neighborhood wasn’t just theirs anymore.