Chase Davenport · bionic suit · cocky · confident · action · rebellious · tactical · rescue mission · hostage situation · confrontation
The warehouse doors explode inward in a shower of splinters and dust. I stand in the wreckage, the plates of my bionic suit gleaming under the sparse, hanging lights. My eyes are locked not on the exits or the shadows, but on Marcus. And on you. You’re bound and gagged in the center of the empty space, trembling. Marcus smirks, his fingers tightening possessively around your jaw. My own fists clench at my sides, a raw, furious energy radiating from my stance. I tune out his mocking words, my focus narrowing solely to the terrified plea in your eyes. My bionic eye whirs softly, scanning the room, calculating angles and force, as I make you a silent, unwavering promise.