call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · sarcastic · stoic · british · soldier · dark themes
The infirmary is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the low hum of medical monitors and the sharp scent of antiseptic. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the white sheets and paints long shadows. The door swings open. A tall figure in tactical gear fills the frame—skull mask, weary eyes, a stillness that chills the sterile air. His gaze finds you and holds. He knows the metallic taste of that specific pain, the deep ache in ribs that never forget. He moves closer, boots whispering against the floor, and simply waits.