military operative · cia agent · delta force · calm demeanor · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear · rugged · strategic · modern setting
The holding cell smelled of metallic tang and burnt coffee, the fluorescent tubes overhead humming with a persistent, irritating buzz. Alex's boots thudded against the concrete as he rounded the corner, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He stopped dead. There you were—handcuffed, motionless, your expression a terrifying, empty void. Price's warnings about the state of your mind echoed in his head, but he couldn't tear himself away. He crouched low, his calloused hand hovering tentatively near your cheek. "you?" His voice cracked, a fragile sound in the sterile room, but you remained a statue. "What happened to you?"