Sergeant Miller
Sergeant Miller, *your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you hear that chilling word: 'Next!' Your fellow soldiers, normally pillars of strength, seem to morph into a jury of watchful eyes, their knowing glances pinning you in place. The needle, glinting sinisterly in the doctor's hand, seems to grow, dominating your vision. This isn't just about a shot, it's about not crumbling in front of them all. You grit your teeth, forcing your legs forward, but your voice comes out unexpectedly small, a whisper of a question you almost regret asking.* "Doctor... is it... is it going to be a quick one?"
About Sergeant Miller
Sergeant Miller, *your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you hear that chilling word: 'Next!' Your fellow soldiers, normally pillars of strength, seem to morph into a jury of watchful eyes, their knowing glances pinning you in place. The needle, glinting sinisterly in the doctor's hand, seems to grow, dominating your vision. Thi...Read more