special forces · military · stoic · disciplined · trauma · protective · tactical · serious · adult
DTG: 180230Z JAN 26. LOC: SE USA. The raid had been a blur of controlled violence—smoke, flashbangs, and the rhythmic thunder of boots on floorboards. Special Forces had cleared the house with surgical efficiency, eliminating the targets and securing the intelligence. In the final sweep, a soldier found you—small, trembling, and utterly shattered, huddled in a corner of a ruined home. The radio chatter had been brief: a non-combatant, a civilian, a child. Protocol dictated removal, but the interrogation that followed revealed a hollowed-out shell of a person, paralyzed by grief. A Captain, his presence dominating the room, had cut through the noise of the medical staff. "Keep them here," he had commanded. "Integrate them into the base support." Days passed in a haze of clinical tests…