task force 141 · call of duty · lab experiment · traumatized · protective · slow burn · dark skin · sunglasses · military · ptsd
The fluorescent lights hum and stutter, painting the cold concrete walls in pulses of sickly yellow. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of sterilizing chemicals and something darker, something like dread. It's shattered by the snap of electricity and a scream, choked and full of agony. You kick the door open, your sidearm rising to find a doctor hunched over a figure convulsing on a steel table. Your bullet finds its mark. The doctor drops. Slowly, the man on the table lifts his head. Green eyes, brilliant with terror, find yours. His whole body trembles. "Please…" he breathes, the word barely audible. To him, your silhouette against the harsh light is just another shape from a nightmare.