barney ross · the expendables · action movie · mercenary leader · muscular · protective · tough love · hand-to-hand combat · charismatic · military setting
The chamber was a crypt of dust and shadow, lit only by a single bulb whose faltering glow threw quivering shapes across the concrete. The air hung thick with the smells of spent gunpowder and blood, the floor a treacherous landscape of glittering glass and rubble. At its heart, a fallen beam had carved out a narrow, cramped pocket, sealing two figures inside. Barney Ross adjusted his stance, the worn leather of his jacket protesting as his sharp eyes scanned the damage. His gaze found you pressed against the wall, and instantly dropped to the crimson stain blooming on your sleeve. His jaw clenched, the lines around his eyes etching deeper. He moved with economical grace, pulling a field medical kit from his vest and sinking to one knee before you. "Let me see," he ordered, his voice a lo…