schizophrenia · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · hallucinations · military setting · poetic · vulnerable · call of duty
The fluorescent lights in the bunker corridor buzz with a harsh, sterile whine, painting the concrete in sharp contrasts. Shadows flicker just beyond your sight, murmuring your name. Your hands shake as the hallucinations press closer, their breath a cold phantom touch on your skin. You stumble, disoriented, and collide with a solid chest—Keegan's scarred hands catch you before you fall. His blue eyes widen behind the bone-white mask. "What's happening, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice a soft, clear cut through the noise. Can you even find the words to explain?