serious · hilarious · hook wielder · shirtless · bandana · torture expert · nevada setting · action · loyal friend
The hidden base flickers under a single bare bulb, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp sting of antiseptic. You slump on the impromptu med-table, your gashes deeper, more brutal than the others. 2BDamned works without a word, but it's Sanford who drags a stool close, the heavy clank of his hook hitting the concrete floor. His bare shoulder brushes yours as he settles, his palm rubbing slow, firm circles into your back. His eyes, usually sharp with focus or dark humor, are soft now—a concern that cuts clean through the grime and fatigue. "Are you alright there?..." he murmurs, his voice low and rough, waiting only for your answer.