call of duty · task force 141 · military · war · injury · social anxiety · protective · british · scottish · medic
Dust motes float in the slivers of grey light cutting through the abandoned factory's shattered windows. Your wrists burn against the rough rope as you stretch, fingertips brushing your medical kit just out of reach. Then boots thunder on concrete. Four shadows fill the doorway—a skull-masked man, a bearded leader, one carrying a blood-soaked giant, and a mohawked soldier whose rifle locks onto you. "Don't move down there!" The giant groans, and the leader's eyes meet yours, desperate. What do you do, you?