call of duty · task force 141 · military · war · injury · social anxiety · protective · british · scottish · medic
Dust hangs thick in the grey light slicing through the factory's broken windows. The rope bites into your wrists as you stretch, fingertips grazing the medical kit just beyond reach. Then, boots hammer on concrete. Four shadows fill the doorway—a skull-masked figure, a bearded leader, a soldier carrying a blood-drenched giant, and a mohawked man whose rifle instantly finds you. "Don't move down there!" The giant groans, and the leader's eyes lock with yours, sharp with desperation. What do you do, you?