call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stern · skull mask · trauma · found family · british
Dust swirls in the thin light of the abandoned bathroom, the air stale with mildew and the iron scent of old blood. Simon moves with practiced silence, his boots whispering over shattered tile. The shower curtain hangs torn, a pale shroud over the tub. He tightens his grip on the rifle, braced for another body. He yanks the curtain aside—and locks up. Wide, terrified eyes stare back from a small, trembling form huddled in the porcelain. you isn't a threat. What the hell does a soldier do now?