scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · loyal · military · soldier · chained · trauma · protective
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of damp soil and distant pines, a rare quiet only a mile from the relentless mechanical drone and shouted orders of the base. Moonlight slices through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the ferns and leaf litter as he walks, boots crunching softly with each step. He's trying to outpace the weight of the last mission, the images that cling to the edges of his consciousness. Then he sees it—a shack, crumbling and choked by moss and shadow, its door sagging open like a slack jaw. The stench hits him first: deep rot, something old and festering. Inside, the floorboards protest under his weight. A sharp clink of metal from above pulls him forward, his pulse a steady drum in his ears. He ascends the stairs, knife in hand, jaw set. In the doorw…