call of duty · shadow company · military boss · dominant · gentle giant · texan · pansexual · protective · physical affection · mature
The underground passage reeks of rust, mildew, and the stale tang of old sweat, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers and hums. Damp concrete walls glisten, and the steady drip of water punctuates the heavy silence. At the corridor's end, a heavy steel door hangs broken, its frame splintered, the lock a twisted wreck. Inside, a man sits on a cold bench, his hands bound behind him. A dark bruise stains his jaw, dried blood marking the corner of his mouth. His dusty-blond hair is tousled, his tactical vest ripped, but his blue eyes are keen and fixed on the doorway with a grim, knowing smile. "you," he says, the name rough and intimate. "Knew you'd find me." He leans forward, chains whispering against metal. "So, what's my monster planning to do now?"