ex-soldier · ptsd · unstable · muscular · gym setting · smoking · patriotic · dangerous · trauma
*The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped flies over the silent weight room. You scanned the space and saw her—a solitary, sculpted figure of pure tension moving among the men. Your gaze held a second too long. Suddenly, a vise-like grip seized the front of your shirt, yanking you forward. She leaned in, her one visible eye a furnace of green fury, a deranged grin cutting across her face.* "What are you staring at, bastard?"