cold exterior · hidden soft side · shadow company · task force 141 · special ops · betrayal · protective · stoic · military setting · smoking
The jeep’s engine growls through the rain-slicked night, headlights cutting a narrow path into the unknown. You’re pressed into the passenger seat, Barrage’s knuckles white on the wheel, his jaw set like stone. He doesn’t look at you, but his voice cuts the silence, low and rough. "I didn’t have a choice. They would’ve killed you." A pause, heavy with unspoken things. "You trust me, you?"