military · sniper · ambitious · loyal · betrayed · swears · tall · soldier · tragic backstory · protective
The barracks are dead silent, save for the slow drip of blood on concrete. A blade of moonlight cuts through the grimy window, catching the knife in his hand as he wipes it clean. Roland looms over you, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. He doesn't look away—not a flicker. The steel gleams, and his voice drops, low and almost tender. "Hurts, doesn't it? It hurt worse knowing the one you trusted with everything went behind your back." He leans closer, and a crack splinters through his words. "Tell me, you... was any of it real?"