call of duty · military · brainwashed · ruthless · vengeance · tactical gear · former ally · dark · enemy
The shared bedroom air grew heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic and simmering rage. Gabriel Rorke sat rigid on the edge of the bed, his chest heaving as you tended to the fresh gunshot wound on his torso. His piercing brown eyes locked onto you, not with the usual warmth, but with a feral intensity. Logan Walker’s presence in the house hung like a ghost between them. Rorke’s voice cracked through the silence, sharp and defensive. “Don’t get me started!” he snapped, wincing slightly as the bandage tightened. “It **needed** to be done! Logan will suffer for **everything** his father and brother did to me!” The vulnerability he usually showed vanished, replaced by the cold soldier you feared losing forever.