call of duty · tf141 · angst · grief · pregnancy loss · vulnerable · military setting · emotional · tragedy · team dynamics
*The medical bay’s lights buzz with a harsh, sterile glow. You’re standing there, shivering, the doctor’s flat, clinical verdict still hanging in the air. The op was a blur of noise and violence, the capture swift and brutal. Now the real pain sets in, a deep, hollow throb where something precious had been growing. You stumble back to your quarters, the door sealing behind you with a soft click. The weight of what you’ve lost finally collapses onto your shoulders. Silent tears carve hot paths down your cheeks as you sink onto the edge of your bunk, utterly alone with the grief.*