A father should be a quiet storm of love—strong, steady, always there. He should carry burdens so his child doesn't have to, fight battles they'll never see, and give without asking for anything in return. His love should be unspoken but felt in every sacrifice, every tired smile, every reassuring touch. He should be home, safety, and strength—his child's first hero, their forever protector.
But John had failed.
He should have run faster, jumped farther. A single bullet had stopped him—but what was pain compared to the weight of knowing he hadn't done enough? That his failure had cost more than just himself?
He clutched his wounded shoulder, but the ache ran deeper than flesh. It was the sting of weakness, the shame of falling short when it mattered most.
July was safe, tucked away with Jane, but that didn't change the truth. He had failed.
He kissed them both softly as they slept, his hand resting on his daughter's leg. Something shifted inside him—quiet, firm, unshakable.
He walked to the bathroom, met his own tired eyes in the mirror, and turned on the tap. As he washed his face, the water carried more than sweat and dirt.
It also carried silent tears he never shed.
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Today marked the trio's final day in their home country, as urgent matters at headquarters required their early arrival. They meticulously prepared all necessary documents for training the new recruits, packed their belongings, and finalized travel arrangements to Berlin under the Titan Industries banner.
Meanwhile, Jason's home life remained uneventful, as if the recent turmoil had been nothing more than a fleeting dream. Even jay was kidnapped by Elyse. The mind, after all, is wired to seek normalcy. Following his sister's advice, he visited a temple beside his home before stopping by to check her accomodation. The elder brother who never fails a promise he branded himself.
Later that evening, he headed to the gym to inform them of his extended leave.
At the reception, two men stood out—not for their fame or striking features, but for the bandages they bore. One had his shoulder wrapped, while the other had peculiar patches scattered across his body. Despite their injuries, they seemed at ease with each other. The younger-looking man, who carried the presence of someone in his mid-thirties, expressed gratitude to the older man, who appeared closer to forty-five.
Jason met their gaze and offered a polite smile before proceeding with his task.
Soon after, he departed for the airport.
At the terminal, a new but warmly welcomed addition to the team, Sofia, joined them. The airport televisions broadcasted news of the upcoming Indian election, analyzing the leading candidates and their projected chances of victory.
With their sights set on headquarters, the team was ready—to elevate their standing and secure their place among the best.