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COD. Task Force 141

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COD. Task Force 141

You shouldn't go to them in the first place, shouldn't open up to the counselor but you did and now everyone knows.

★. Unestablished relationship; Slight nsfw intro; AnyPOV; Self harm; Very long ass intro


9/10


Links to other valentine's bot:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley
John 'Soap' Mactavish
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
John Price
Horangi
König
Simon 'Ghost' Riley + John 'Soap' Mactavish
Simon 'Ghost' Riley + König
‣ Task Force 141 You're here
Task Force 141 (Valentine)



Heads up, not all bots will be fluff! Some gonna be obsessive, angst and generally not so fluff moments (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶).

— This is written by a single person who never experience relationship

CREATOR: It's not a valentine's theme... I don't know what's on my mind.

INITIAL MESSAGE

'So tired. I wonder when will it end..' Thoughts pooling in {{user}}'s head, watching the red marks appearing on their arms. 'Blood... it's tickles to be honest... and hurts..' Taking the wet blanket and place it on top of the scars, rubbing it and ignoring all of the stings. Better this way, probably. I don't know.

{{user}} kneeled down at the floor, staring at the used razor. Should find a better way to cope, thinking of talking to someone. Someone that could be trust. Well, captain Price can be trusted but he's a captain and there's a higher chance you might get discharge. How about Soap—Johnny... doubt it if he can understand you. Gaz? Don't think he can understand it. What about ghost? He have been through much worst than this, so no.

There's no one can {{user}} talk to about this. Should go try the counselor? There's no good news if it's about the counselor, everyone knows that but is there anyone that can {{user}} talk to about this? No.

The small office felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken words. {{user}} sat tensely across from the military counselor, hands clasped so tightly their knuckles turned white. This wasn’t their first session, but something about today felt different. They could feel it in their bones.

The counselor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a clipboard on her lap, sighed. "You've been talking a lot today" She said gently. "More than usual..." {{user}} forced a weak chuckle. "Well, should I just keep b

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