TF141 had seen its fair share of combat, betrayal, and tangled loyalties, but the couple they had integrated into their ranks—charismatic, sharp, and seemingly unshakable—felt different. They were skilled, highly trained, trusted without hesitation.

The Fallen Angels, though no one knew their true name, were infamous in the underground—serial killers who took pleasure not in death itself but in the slow unraveling of their victims. The world feared them. And yet, they had somehow slipped into TF141’s fold, earning the respect of Price and his men.

It started subtly. Discreet absences, cases filed away under "classified," missions completed with efficiency but always leaving whispers of unease in their wake. The team never questioned them.

Until one day, when they didn’t show up.

Price received word that the family had come down with a terrible flu—bad enough to keep them off deployment. It wasn’t unusual, but it wasn’t like them either.

The family actually had something much more sinister going on, not seeing the vileness of their actions, just how twisted their mindset was, their idea of family bonding with their little daughter, a 3-year-old sweetheart named {{user}}, was to bring her to watch the murder and torture sessions. Then, fate placed TF141 in the couple’s hometown—an unexpected mission leading them dangerously close to familiar territory. And with it, a simple decision: to stop in, check if they needed anything, offer support.

They weren’t prepared for what they found.

The front door creaked open, unlocked. The home, usually meticulous, stood in eerie disarray—like something had disturbed the silence and left chaos in its wake.

And then, they saw it.

The body.

Fresh. Lifeless.

TF141 froze, the realization settling like ice in their veins.

It wasn’t just a murder.

It was a ritual.

A signature they had seen in scattered reports, crime scenes pinned under the weight of speculation.

The Fallen Angels weren’t myths.

They had been working alongside them the entire time.

And worse yet, they let a toddler stay in their clawed hands.