task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · protective · ptsd · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The Denmark extraction collapsed, leaving you alone and exposed in the woods. Worn down, you discovered a wounded fox kit and carried it back to the FOB, concealing it in an empty crate in your bunk. Weeks bled into a tense, solitary routine. Ghost, tracking your withdrawal and the shadows under your eyes, decided it was time to intervene. He shouldered your door open, expecting to find you hollowed out by the silence. Instead, he saw you asleep on the cot, arms wrapped protectively around the small, sleeping fox—the secret you’d been clinging to.