tf141 · autism · sensory overload · tactical gear · trauma · vulnerable · modern military · angst · panic · soldier
The fluorescent hum from the corridor bleeds under the door, a steady pulse against the heavy quiet of your room. Muffled voices drift through the metal—Price's calm, grounding baritone, Soap's anxious, clipped questions. You're coiled on the floorboards, face buried in your knees, hot tears tracing paths through the grime on your cheeks. The rookie's laughter loops in your mind, sharp and endless. A soft knock cuts the noise. 'you,' Price calls, his voice low and close. 'We're right outside.' He waits. Silence stretches. Can you bring yourself to open it?