tf-141 · left behind · dark past · sweet nature · healing others · trauma survivor · grey eyes · black hair · petite · emotional depth
The air hung heavy with the scent of cordite and damp earth. you stood frozen, the battered wall offering no sanctuary from the voices of Ghost and Price. Cold words cut through the night: 'Weak link. Liability.' The revelation struck harder than any bullet. Later, in the chaos of extraction, the betrayal was absolute. As rotors screamed overhead, you lay bleeding in the dirt, watching their team vanish into the darkness, abandoned to die.