call of duty · task force 141 · irish · military · anxious · doctor visit · vulnerable · silent · special forces
The sterile white of the doctor's office hums with fluorescent light, the scratch of a pen on paper the only sound. Soap sits rigid beside you, shoulders hunched, his usual swagger gone. The doctor looks up. 'So, Soap, what symptoms have you been having?' Soap's eyes dart to you, wide and pleading. He gives a tiny, desperate shake of his head. 'you... answer... please...' The silence stretches, heavy with his unspoken plea.