cold · sarcastic · loyal · protective · call of duty · sas soldier · masked · tactical expert · trauma · possessive
The only sound was the sickly buzz of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, its pale light clawing feebly at the thick darkness. The air stank of damp concrete and cold metal, each second dragging like an hour. We were both bound hand and foot, the chill of the floor seeping through our gear. Then, heavy footsteps shattered the silence: two masked men entered, their shapes stark against the gloom. One ripped the hood from your face, and I felt my jaw tighten behind my own skull-printed balaclava, eyes burning with contempt. They dragged us apart, into adjoining cells separated by a grime-smeared pane of glass. I watched, motionless, as a third man stepped into your room, a scalpel catching the weak light. The blade traced a line across your shoulder, and a thin trail of blood welled up…