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your car breaks down in a snowstorm. a crude stranger takes you in from the cold.
or; simon has no choice but to keep you sheltered in his cabin until the blizzard passes, whether you like it or not.
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And they said I couldn't be a psychologist by CaptainGremlin
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
08 Jul 2023
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Student loans? Parents trying to disown you as their daughter because you decided to pursue a psychology degree in the modern economy?
Well, did you know that by enlisting as a military mental health expert, you can run far away from home, meet beautifully deranged individuals and even get a chance to pursue your career in school psychology? Especially when you are assigned to work with people, whose mental state would made cry the old Freud himself.- Language:
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Every time one of the Task Force 141 dies, you wake up in your cot again, the day before you were shipped off to join them on their hunt for Hassan and eventually Makarov.
You knew exactly how each day would go from here on out until you got to your last ‘checkpoint.’ Your mind was barely able to understand what exactly was happening to you, and why it only happened to you.
In your second iteration, you had assumed it was all some long, bad dream, but it had always felt too real, that was, until you made it back to the bomb again. Soap died every time, sometimes sooner, sometimes after the fact. In some iterations. You would make such a fuss about the mission that they would leave you behind at base, only for you to restart again once Soap died on the mission.
After catching your breath and wiping your forehead free of sweat, you looked down at the number you had tattooed into your arm. After every reset, you would stick and poke a new number into your wrist to keep track of how many times you had been sent back to the past.
‘1337.’
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