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The mission had gone to hell, and Task Force 141 returned to base battered, exhausted, and on edge. Y/N had spent hours holding themself together, fighting the familiar pull of regression while everyone around them struggled with their own frustrations. Then a glass slipped from their trembling hands and shattered across the common room floor. Simon snapped, his anger from the failed mission spilling over into a sharp, unforgiving reprimand. He expected an apology. An excuse, perhaps. He didn’t expect the usually composed operator to burst into tears. And he certainly didn’t expect to realize that he’d just become the very thing pushing them over the edge.

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Published 16 days ago