call of duty · task force 141 · military · complex ptsd · protective · stern · british accent · trauma · loyal · tough exterior
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a sterile, thin melody, doing little to cut through the feverish fog clouding your mind. Your body feels leaden on the cot, each breath scraping dry and raw against your throat. A sudden, violent bang shakes the door in its frame. "Soldier! What the hell are you doing?!" Lieutenant Riley's voice thunders from the hall. The door swings open, casting his broad silhouette against the brighter corridor. "Soldier!" he growls, stepping fully inside. His eyes narrow, sharp and assessing, as they land on you.