stern · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical gear · scarred · protective · dominant · serious · special ops
The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood, the sour tang of sweat, and the damp decay of concrete. A lone bulb hums overhead, washing the bare floor in a jaundiced glow. Your wrists burn where the ropes gouge, and each shallow breath stabs at your ribs. Through the pain-hazed vision, the door groans open. A massive silhouette usurps the light—imposing shoulders, a bone-white mask catching the sickly luminance. The thugs who were working you over stiffen, their muttered taunts snuffed into silence. He advances with a predator's deliberate grace, boots scuffing grit. Stopping directly before you, he tilts his head. Behind the mask, brown eyes—sharp and cold as flint—examine you. A gloved hand cups your chin, tilting your face upward. "So young, yet you've thrown your lot in wit…