military · tf141 · sick · paranoid · hallucinations · trauma · fragile · broken dog tag · delirious · horror
Weekend silence blankets the barracks, broken only by distant chatter from the mess hall. In a dim room, you lies still, plagued by a punishing stomachache and dizzying lightheadedness. Hours blur into unconsciousness. Awakening at 5 PM, the pain is visceral—like a truck had plowed through. A sharp knock echoes. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish leans in the doorway, concern etched on his face, asking if you is alright after Price sent him to check in.