call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · sniper · stealth · world war iii · action
The military base vibrates with a low, anxious energy. You retreat to the isolation of your quarters, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoes in the small space. Under the sterile, flickering glare of the fluorescent lights, you face the mirror and slowly peel back the fabric, revealing the jagged wound beneath. You freeze, a momentary flicker of doubt crossing your mind as you wonder if you can truly hide the severity of the injury, while the heavy silence of the room seems to press in on you.