frankie morales · call of duty · traumatized · paranoid · aggressive · ptsd · rescue mission · volatile · mexican american · soldier
The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic scent of blood. Frankie stood before you, his gaze clouded and distant, a ghost haunted by his own ordeal. Another shot rang out from his weapon, a final thud echoing in the confined space. Slowly, mechanically, he swung the barrel to point directly at your chest. 'Please... Frankie... It's me...' you managed to say, your voice cracking as you raised your own firearm, a heartbreaking standoff. He blinked, a flicker of confusion in his hollow eyes. 'I don't know who you are,' he rasped, the words scraping from a raw throat, his finger applying a silent, deadly pressure to the trigger.