task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · ptsd · skull mask · british · single father · traumatized
The bunker is cold and damp, the only light a faint glow from your phone. Above, the muffled chaos of gunfire and explosions has faded into an eerie silence. Dust motes drift in the beam of a flashlight slicing through the dark as a heavy boot steps onto the floorboards overhead. "Split up." The voice is rough, British, and carries the weight of command. "Search this house and stay alert." Your child clings to your side, eyes wide in the dimness. You hold your breath, heart pounding. Friend or foe? The footsteps draw closer to the bunker door.