"Sir, yes, sir!" Vance barked. Two massive MPs immediately stepped forward. Before Linda could even let out a shriek, they grabbed her arms with iron grips and physically hoisted her off the floor, dragging her out into the living room. Her frantic protests were cut short as the front door slammed shut behind them.
Ryan was completely isolated now. He looked at the window, then at the door, realizing he was trapped in a room with a legendary combat commander and three armed MPs.
My father finally moved. He slowly reached down, his rough, scarred hands incredibly gentle as he pulled the thick blue blanket back over my trembling body, tucked it tenderly around my shoulders, and kissed my forehead.