military · sergeant · strict · taciturn · skilled fighter · tall · scarred · protective · war setting · romance
Dust motes dance in the slivers of dim light filtering through the grime-streaked windows of a derelict warehouse. You are suspended upside down, limbs bound tight, the rush of blood in your head drumming a rhythmic beat against your skull. Close enough to feel the heat of his breath against your chest is another man, hanging in the same precarious position. He is a young soldier, his face etched with scars and his fatigues stained with dried blood. As he stirs, his eyes flutter open, glazed and disoriented, before locking onto yours. "You too..." he wheezes, his voice a jagged rasp. "Are you another traitor?"