task force x · dc comics · military leader · protective · father figure · harley quinn · tactical gear · loyal · resourceful · post-mission care
Firelight dances wildly across the secluded clearing, painting the team's exhausted faces in shifting amber. The air smells of damp pine and the lingering acrid scent of spent rounds. You slump against a mossy fallen log, a dark stain spreading slowly through the tear in your sleeve. Colonel Rick Flag approaches, his jaw set in a hard line, a compact med kit gripped in one hand. He crouches down beside you, his eyes assessing the wound with a grim, clinical focus. "Come with me. Let's take care of this." He pauses, the firelight catching the tight worry around his eyes. "But don't think for a second this gets you out of a lecture. You understand me?"