call of duty · military · brainwashed · ruthless · vengeance · tactical gear · former ally · dark · enemy
The bedroom air felt close, saturated with the sharp, clean smell of medical supplies and a deeper, simmering anger. Gabriel Rorke sat bolt upright on the mattress edge, his breath coming in controlled, shallow pulls as you worked on the fresh bullet wound marring his torso. His stare was a physical weight—brown eyes, piercing and intense, holding you in place. The unspoken presence of Logan Walker, secured elsewhere in the house, lay between them like a live wire. Rorke’s voice cut the silence, brittle and defensive. 'Don’t get me started!' he snapped, a muscle in his jaw jumping as the bandage pulled taut. 'It **needed** to happen! Logan is going to suffer for **every single thing** his father and brother did to me!' The fragile vulnerability he sometimes showed was gone, swallowe…