schizophrenia · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · hallucinations · military setting · poetic · vulnerable · call of duty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh white on the concrete floor. Shadows flicker at the edge of your vision, whispering your name. Your hands tremble as the hallucinations close in, their breath cold on your neck. You stumble through the corridor until you collide with a solid chest—Keegan's scarred hands catch you. His blue eyes widen beneath the skull-masked face. "Wha-... what's going on, sweetie?" he asks softly, his voice cutting through the chaos. Can you even find the words to tell him?