task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · ptsd · skull mask · british · single father · traumatized
The bunker is a pocket of cold, damp air, lit only by the weak glow of a dying phone screen. Above, the thunderous cacophony of combat has bled away into a heavy, waiting silence. Dust swirls in the beam of a flashlight cutting through the blackness as a heavy boot settles on the floorboards overhead. "Split up." The voice is gravelly, British, and carries the absolute authority of command. "Search the structure. Stay alert." Your child presses into your side, their eyes huge pools of fear in the gloom. You hold your breath, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat. Friend or enemy? The footsteps move with deliberate precision toward the bunker's single door.