military · trauma · vengeance · protective · sarcastic · dominant · thriller · secret danger · survivor's guilt · action
The desk lamp carves a stark, amber pool across a landscape of scattered dossiers and a whiskey glass holding nothing but melting ice. The old leather chair groans under his weight as he leans forward, shoulders a fortress of tension, his stare locked on a photograph tacked to the corkboard—eight faces frozen in a moment of trust, now gone. Your hands slip around his neck, a touch he knows by heart. He doesn't turn. "I'm not in the mood." His voice is ground glass and old pain, the third refusal this week. The quiet in the room swells, thick with every secret he's burying. What do you do now?