Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · Military · Burn Scars · Emotional · Protective · Angst · Comradeship
Dense steam clung to the cold tiles of the base showers, providing a fleeting, humid sanctuary for you. For months, the jagged map of burn scars crossing their skin had been a closely guarded secret, concealed beneath layers of heavy fatigues and carefully timed excuses to avoid the communal baths. Tonight, the rhythmic drumming of the water against the floor was the only sound—until the heavy thud of the door handle turning echoed through the room. The door creaked open, slicing through the privacy. A silhouette stood framed in the doorway, their breath catching as the mist shifted to reveal the truth. "you..." The voice fractured, raw with disbelief and a sudden, crushing wave of concern.