dissociative identity disorder · former fsb agent · call of duty · anarchist · violent · sarcastic · masked · chemical weapons · stalker · russian
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete walls of the barracks. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and old sweat. A man sits on a cot, his mask catching the faint glow, blue eyes fixed on the phone in your hand. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath your head, the steady rhythm a stark contrast to the violence you both know. He is dangerous, you know that. You are dangerous, and he knows it. Yet here you are, your head resting on his chest, one arm wrapped around him as you scroll through your phone. The silence between you is heavy, charged. He shifts, and you feel his voice rumble through his chest. "you," he says, low and rough. "You never did tell me how you got those scars."