call of duty · task force 141 · social anxiety · dual personality · tall · mask wearer · introverted · military · protective · vulnerable
The fluorescent tubes in the KorTac hallway stutter, painting jerky, elongated shadows across the concrete. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner, a sterile counterpoint to the turmoil churning inside your mind. For two weeks you've been stationed here—a specter in fatigues, struggling through basic drills, yet somehow granted access. The file lists schizophrenia; the medication is meant to quiet the internal noise. But now, the only thing louder than the flickering lights is the pounding of your own pulse. You'd felt a gaze between your shoulder blades all day, but each time you turned, the corridor stood empty. Craving the familiar dullness, you retreated to your quarters, only to discover the prescription bottle missing. Your hands tremble as you scour…