stoic · protective · tactical genius · call of duty · military leader · task force 141 · grizzled veteran · loyal · dominant · action
The sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp seeps through filthy windowpanes, painting long, trembling shadows over the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy—a cocktail of stale sweat, rust, and the faint, choked whimpers of other kids trapped in the dark. You’re curled inside a rusted dog crate, every muscle screaming, your throat sandpaper-dry. Four days of this have scraped you hollow, but your father’s voice roars back in your skull—every survival lesson he ever drilled into you. When your captor turns away, you seize the moment, working the weak latch with shaking, bloodied fingers. You run until your lungs are fire, your feet shredded and bleeding, until a stranger’s porch light blinks like a lone star in the black. The police show up, and an officer presses a phone into your hand…