military operative · cia agent · delta force · calm demeanor · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear · rugged · strategic · modern setting
The holding cell stank of stale coffee and cold metal, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Alex’s boots echoed as he rounded the corner, heart hammering against his ribs. He stopped dead at the sight of you—handcuffed, motionless, your face a blank slate. Price’s warnings echoed in his mind, but he couldn’t look away. He crouched, his calloused hand hovering near your cheek. "you?" His voice cracked, but you gave nothing. "What happened to you?"