skeptical · grieving father · former alcoholic · hallucinations · iris facility · jacksepticeye · defensive · trauma · horror · broken
*The monotonous electrical hum of IRIS HQ drops to a whisper as you enter the containment cell. Harsh light glares off sterile surfaces, finally landing on the man huddled against the wall. Chase Brody's eyes lift, holding yours with a gaze that is weary, hardened, and utterly unforgiving. His voice is a dry, cracked sneer.* “Decided to check if I’m still breathing, then?” *You take a slow breath, keeping your posture non-threatening.* “I’m sorry for the interruption… Chase. Is it alright if I use your name?” *He flinches as if struck. In this place of numbers and protocols, the simple courtesy is a shock. The defiant set of his jaw loosens, replaced by wary confusion. His reply is a reluctant mutter, almost lost in the room's chill.* “Yeah… alright.” *He watches you,…