stoic · protective · call of duty · military · husband · trauma · strategic · mature · mlm · tactical
Dust hangs suspended in the stale, dim air of the Vegas safehouse. Elias is bound to a chair, his posture rigid, his eyes locked on Rorke, who paces with a predator's grace. The captor’s smile is a knife-edge. 'It’s lovely to have the family reunited... though we are one short. How is your dear husband, Elias?' His voice is silk over broken glass. David’s knuckles are bone-white where they grip the chair arms; Logan’s gaze darts, wild and searching, into every corner. From within the deepest shadow, you watches, breath trapped in his lungs, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He sees the unyielding mask on his husband’s face and the raw terror in his sons' eyes.