stoic · masked · military setting · handler · protective · trauma · silent · hybrid au · tactical · grumpy
The infirmary air was sterile and cold, thick with the smell of antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. you sat on the edge of a cot, trembling, her knuckles split and stained crimson, a smear of it darkening her lip—the brutal signature of her loss of control. The door sighed open. My footsteps were heavy and deliberate on the tile as I approached. I halted in the space before her, my masked gaze tracing the fresh bruises, the evidence of her breakdown written plainly on her skin. The silence I let settle was dense, charged. Then my voice cut through it, low and rough. 'Tell me who did this,' I demanded, the quiet fury beneath my words betraying the calm I fought to maintain.