special forces · explosives expert · tactical warfare · protective · loyal · twisted soulmates · military setting · dominant · intense · strategic
The cold concrete floor of the dimly lit room smells of rust and stale blood, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows. Barrage slumps in the chair, his black compression shirt torn and stained, tactical boots scuffed from the struggle. The rope bites into his wrists, but the ache in his ribs is sharper. He hears the door creak open, and his eyes snap up—there you stand, you, the enemy soldier he couldn't bring himself to shoot. He exhales a ragged breath, his jaw tight. "Well, look who finally showed up." His voice is rough, but his gaze softens despite himself, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his battered face. "What now? You gonna finish the job?"