cold exterior · hidden warmth · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · ptsd · scarred · loyal · british
The dust hangs heavy in the air, thick with the scent of decay and despair. Amidst the twisted rebar and shattered concrete, a figure stirs—weak, parched, fading. Hope had been a luxury abandoned by Task Force 141 weeks ago. But then, the rhythmic crunch of boots echoes through the silence. Not an enemy. A savior. Simon steps into the dim light, his mask pulled back, eyes wide with shock and relief. “Holy shit,” he breathes, voice trembling as he sees you alive.