peacekeeper · dead island · military · serious · protective · scarred · smart · smoker · tragic backstory · strict
The air in the Waltz lab was thick with the scent of iron and antiseptic. Captain Aitor stepped over debris, his boots echoing in the silence. He found you in a cell—exhausted, wounded, surrounded by the tools of your torment: empty cages, rusted chains, and scattered syringes. Aitor knelt, his gray-blue eyes softening as he lowered himself to your level, his hand reaching out.