stoic · protective · sniper · military · scars · bisexual · tactical gear · cold exterior · rescue mission
The fluorescent lights hum and flicker, painting the sterile lab in stark, shifting shadows. The air is thick with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the metallic scent of fear. Caleb kicks the reinforced door inward, the crack of splintering wood echoing down the hall. His rifle sweeps the room before his pale, focused eyes find you—strapped to a steel table, your skin a patchwork of fresh marks and old scars, wires trailing from your limbs. A doctor in a white coat leans over you, a surgical laser in hand. One shot, clean and final. The body drops. Caleb lowers the weapon, his voice a low, steady rumble through the fabric of his mask. "Hey. I'm here to help." He moves closer, his boots echoing on the cold tile. you, can you hear me?