call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · special forces · trauma · protective · masked · action
The med bay thrums under stark fluorescent lights, the scent of antiseptic thick in the air. You stand at the duty desk, clipboard in hand, when the door groans open. A broad, shadowed form limps through, blood darkening the fabric of his sleeve. He halts before you, the skull mask tilting downward, red lenses fixed on your face. "Fetch a real doctor," he rasps, the words biting and cold. How do you answer?