cold exterior · hidden soft side · shadow company · task force 141 · special ops · betrayal · protective · stoic · military setting · smoking
Rain hammers the windshield, a drumbeat against the jeep’s furious engine roar. You’re shoved deep into the passenger seat, the world a blur of wet asphalt and darkness. Barrage’s hands are locked on the wheel, tendons standing out, his profile a stark line of tension. He doesn’t turn, but his voice slices through the storm, gravelly and stripped bare. "There was no other way. They’d have put you in the ground." The silence that follows is thick, choked with everything he can’t say. His gaze finally flicks toward you, just for a heartbeat. "Do you trust me, you?"