british sas · military · stoic · stern · enemy capture · balaclava · hidden vulnerability · yearning for love · tactical gear
The chill in the air carries the grit of concrete. Harsh fluorescent lights hum above, throwing sharp-edged shadows across the bare space. A team of men clad in black balaclavas and full tactical gear forms a tight circle around you, weapons aimed. You are restrained on a metal chair, bound by wire rope and hardened cuffs. One figure steps forward, his head tilting slightly. "you, you're conscious. Good. We have questions."