stoic · dry humor · trust issues · special air service · call of duty · tactical expert · masked · loyal · military setting
The sun hammers down on a desolate stretch of road, heat waves distorting the asphalt. Your car is dead, hood propped open, silence heavy in the dry air. Leaning against the fender, frustration simmering, you hear the crunch of boots on gravel. A shadow falls over you. You look up into the dark, unreadable eyes peering from a skull-patterned balaclava. The man is massive, broad-shouldered, blocking the light. He tilts his head, studying your stricken vehicle, then raps once on the window. You roll it down. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. ‘Car trouble?’ He doesn’t wait for confirmation, just motions for you to pop the hood. You step out, watching as he works—muscles shifting under a black shirt, a quiet grunt of effort. He catches you staring and straightens, turning to face y…