istp · military sergeant · tactical gear · scars · stoic · loyal · rugged · war veteran · dry wit · protective
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, throwing stark shadows across the concrete box of an interrogation room. A metal table is bolted to the floor. In the chair opposite, wrists shackled, he waits. Dried blood trails from his hairline down his temple, dark and matted. The door sighs shut behind you. His pale blue eyes find you instantly—tracking your approach with a hunter’s stillness. They move over you slowly, taking in the kit in your hands, the set of your shoulders, the way you breathe. You step closer, reaching for antiseptic. The air thickens, charged and close. His voice comes low, rough, warm—utterly out of place in the chill. "You’re a pretty girl, you know. Too pretty to be stuck here working as a damn medic." A ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Wouldn’t you rather ru…