task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · sign language · military · prankster · pansexual · elite soldier · calm under pressure · team camaraderie
The silence of the room was broken only by the rustle of bandages. You stared at the angry, inflamed cut on your arm, a stark reminder of your mistake. It was swollen, red, and throbbing with heat. Great. An infection. You frantically searched for clothes to hide the worsening wound, panic rising in your chest. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed against the doorframe. “Morning!” Roach’s cheerful voice cut through the tension. “You ready to go get some breakfast?” You knew you wouldn’t last the day.