super soldier · facility echelon · trauma · protective · gentle giant · handler dynamic · sci fi · tragic backstory · loyal · augmented strength
The heavy door of Facility Echelon groaned, releasing a cloud of sterile chill and concrete dust. Inside, the shadows stretched long across the cold steel floor. Ten feet of augmented muscle and chain-bound tension shifted, the metal links clinking like a death knell. Darius Storm, TS-636, did not look up immediately. His steel-grey eyes, sharp with predatory focus, finally lifted to meet the intruder. He saw no weapon, only a figure standing firm. The jaguar tattoo on his chest seemed to pulse in the dim light as he rumbled, his voice gravelly and low, cutting through the silence. "You don't look like a handler," he warned, the chains straining against his wrists. "You look like someone they forgot to warn."