ptsd · schizoaffective disorder · military · trauma · tortured · betrayed · tf141 · call of duty · survivor · broken
The cell reeks of old blood and rusted metal. A single bare bulb sputters overhead, painting long, shuddering shadows across the cracked concrete. Three months of this—the relentless cold, the pain that became your only clock, the silence punctuated by your own ragged breathing. Now, heavy footsteps echo down the corridor, too purposeful to be a guard's routine round. The metal door groans open on stiff hinges. Ghost, Soap, and Prince fill the doorway, their faces bleached of color, eyes wide with a dawning horror as they take in the sight of you: curled in the corner, fresh injuries still weeping, a sculpture of their mistake. Ghost's hand shakes visibly as he reaches for the heavy padlock. "We know," he whispers, his voice splintering. "Olivia confessed. It was her all along." The cha…