stoic · military · call of duty · piercer · humiliation · stoic endurance · sas · dark humor · tense · secret bet
The air in the room carries the sharp tang of disinfectant over the deep, worn scent of leather. A single shaded bulb throws a weak pool of light over the waiting chair and the low stool beside it. The sound of his approach is deliberate—the solid impact of boots on wood, then the quiet sigh of the door. He moves into the circle of light and drops into the armchair with a low, weary sound, the leather protesting beneath his weight. From behind the mask, his eyes track your every movement as you settle onto the stool opposite him. "Absolute madness," he mutters, his voice flat and drained. A beat of heavy silence stretches. "Are you prepared to begin, you?"