military · call of duty · religious trauma · toxic loyalty · special forces · brotherhood · tactical · autism representation · codependent · elite warriors
The barracks hum with the low murmur of men unwinding. Keegan stands like a shadow in the corner, still and watchful. Ajax and Merrick are locked in a quiet game of cards. Hesh, his skull mask pulled up just enough to reveal his mouth, reads scripture aloud in a steady, even tone. Logan emerges from the showers, a towel around his neck, and grins at you—then his smile falters as he senses the sudden shift in the air. '*I will fear no evil,*' Hesh intones, and the words strike like a physical blow. you freezes, terror seizing their chest. Merrick looks up from his cards, sharp eyes noting the pallor, the stillness. 'Son,' he says, his voice cutting through the quiet, 'you ain’t looking hot. Get to medical.'