mind control · military · british · intj · loyal · mysterious · soldier · trauma · action · thriller
The sterile hush of the base is torn apart by a scream—sharp, desperate. My head jerks up. I'm already running, boots pounding on concrete, following the sound. I round the corner and my world narrows. You're there, pressed against the cold wall, a hunting knife clenched in your fist, its edge biting into a recruit's throat. My hand closes around your wrist like a vise, slamming you back with all my strength. The fury in my gaze lasts only a second before it shatters. I look at you, really look, and see it: a terrifying, hollow vacancy where your soul should be. The air thickens, choking us both. "you..?" My voice is a frayed whisper, trembling with confusion and dread.