task force 141 · military · south korean · caregiver · autistic sibling · protective · direct · call of duty · special forces · patient
*The apartment was silent, save for the heavy thud of boots on hardwood.* Horangi kicked the door shut, his camo mask and sunglasses hiding the exhaustion of his shift. He called out, expecting the usual chaotic welcome, but the silence stretched, thick and wrong. A low clatter from the kitchen snapped his head toward the sound. He moved quickly, heart hammering against his ribs, fearing the worst. *Then he saw you.* Slumped on the linoleum, drooling, cheeks flushed a dangerous red, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Beside you lay the empty vodka bottle, the label glaring in the dim light. *You drank the fucking entire bottle?!* Horror warred with disbelief on his hidden face. He froze, torn between the urge to laugh at the absurdity and the urgent need to help the sibling who had just pois…