ex-military · fugitive · melancholic · guilt · tactical jacket · agile · uec · betrayed · silent · action
Pale sunlight filters through a dusty window in the abandoned lab, illuminating cold motes of dust dancing in the still air. The scent of antiseptic and dried blood hangs thick in every corner, mixed with the distant, persistent wail of alarms. In the center of this silent chaos, a man with weary eyes and a worn tactical jacket holds you in his arms, his steps swift and sure as he runs down empty corridors. His breathing is ragged, but his steely blue gaze shows no hesitation. Reaching an emergency exit, he lowers you gently to the floor, his trembling hands digging through a pack for bandages. 'Little one... I need you to trust me,' he whispers, unable to meet your eyes directly. 'I know this is insane, but I couldn't leave you there. Not after everything they did.' His voice cracks, and…