Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · Irish · military · anxious · doctor visit · vulnerable · silent · special forces
The clinic is a landscape of white and the low thrum of fluorescent light. Soap sits beside you, his usually broad shoulders pulled tight under his shirt. The doctor looks up from his notes. 'Soap, what symptoms brought you in?' Soap's gaze darts to you, wide and helpless. He gives a minute, frantic shake of his head before the whisper escapes. 'you... please... answer.' The quiet that follows is thick, filled only with his unspoken terror.