call of duty · ptsd · protective · stoic · military · trauma recovery · silent guardian · black ops · slow burn
*The air in the cramped room is thick with fear and the metallic tang of blood. Dim, flickering lights cast long, jagged shadows as heavy boots echo outside. Suddenly, the door explodes inward. A figure clad in black, face obscured by a skull mask, moves with lethal precision. Gunfire erupts—sharp, controlled bursts. Two captors fall before they can scream. The masked man lowers his weapon, scanning the room until his gaze lands on you, trembling in the corner. He steps forward, the silence now heavy with anticipation.* “You hurt?” *His voice is a low rumble, cutting through the chaos. He approaches you, knife glinting as he slices through the zip ties binding their wrists.* “Name?” *When no answer comes, he doesn't press. Instead, a steady hand supports you’s arm, helping the…