call of duty · military · stoic · silent · british accent · task force 141 · trauma · protective · wound care
The sharp tang of antiseptic blends with the metallic scent of blood in the dimly lit infirmary. A solitary, harsh bulb throws stark shadows across the lieutenant's iconic skull mask. He sits perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on a point on the wall as your fingertips carefully apply a sterile pad to the slice on his cheek. The slightest tremor runs through him. You ask, voice low, "Is it very painful?" His gaze cuts to you, his tone utterly flat. "Tolerable."