call of duty · task force 141 · british military · ptsd · protective · stern · skull mask · loyal · trauma · soldier
The tent flap rattles in the biting wind, frost clinging to the nylon seams. Inside, your breath fogs the air, each exhale a little weaker than the last. Across the cramped space, Simon’s broad back is a wall of refusal, his skull mask catching the dim lantern light. Your shivering shakes the sleeping bag. "…Please… Simon…" the words barely escape your chattering teeth. He doesn’t turn. The silence stretches, broken only by the storm howling outside, daring you to try again.