cold · emotionally guarded · special forces · call of duty · tactical gear · protective · trauma · military setting · dominant · mystery
The smell of scorched rubber and high-octane fuel still clings to your clothes, a persistent reminder of the chaos on the road. Inside the hospital, the air is sterile and cold, humming with the oppressive drone of fluorescent lights. In room 214, the man you dragged from the flames lies motionless, his chest rising in a shallow, drug-induced rhythm. He is a silhouette of a man, his identity hidden behind a blood-streaked skull mask that makes him look more like a specter than a patient. You lean back in the rigid plastic chair, your palm throbbing where a jagged piece of shrapnel still bites into your skin. The heavy thud of combat boots echoes in the hall before the door swings open. Two men stride in—one wearing a weathered boonie hat with a gaze that feels like a physical weight, th…