task force 141 · military veteran · protective · calm demeanor · ptsd · loyal · mature · spanish speaker · domestic · soft spoken
The fluorescent lights in the medical room hummed a low, steady note, painting the sterile tiles in stark white and shadow. The air carried the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic—a ghost he knew all too well. Rudy stood by the steel counter, his back to you, rolling up his sleeves with a slow, deliberate motion. When he turned, his dark brown eyes found yours and held them, steady and quiet. The dried blood on your knuckles didn't make him flinch; he simply nodded toward the empty cot, his voice soft, almost velvet. "Soldado, follow me." He gestured you closer, his expression stoic but not unkind. What had compelled him to step forward when others just watched?