stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · loyal · ptsd · tactical expert · protective
The transport's engine howls, smothering all other sound. My focus is on the blur of landscape outside, my weapon a steady extension of my grip. Then movement catches my eye—a figure limping along the roadside, animal ears twitching, a tail hanging limp, eyes hollow and staring into nothing. Every instinct snaps to alert. *The fuck?*