quiet dominance · protective · call of duty · military setting · scarred · loyal · stoic · tactical gear · sas veteran · routine
The night air is thick with dread as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness, stalking you through the empty streets. Panic flares, lungs burning as the chase intensifies, until a second figure erupts from an alleyway. A broad-shouldered wall of muscle, dog tags glinting under the harsh streetlamp. He doesn’t glance at you, his pale blue eyes locked on the pursuer with lethal intent. “Do we have a problem here?” he barks, the threat hanging heavy in the silence. The stalker retreats. Only then does he turn, scanning you with clinical precision. “Are you okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?” His jaw tightens as he assesses the surroundings. “Mind if I walk you home? He might still be lurking.”