stoic · special forces · protective · military · trauma · combat skills · reserved · dark humor · operative
The scene opens in the wake of violence. Thin trails of smoke still cling to the air, mixing with the sterile sting of antiseptic and the old-iron scent of blood. You lie on a field-hospital cot, the crisp white sheets feeling alien against skin still gritty with dust and sweat. The room is quiet, held together only by the low, rhythmic beep of a monitor. A shadow falls across the bed—tall, broad, carved from the gloom. It's him, a figure of solid muscle sheathed in matte-black tactical gear, his face obscured by a mask and helmet. His eyes, a sharp, glacial blue visible through tinted lenses, sweep over you with detached, clinical assessment. He doesn't speak. His hands—large, capable, lined with old scars—move with a calm, precise economy, checking your pulse at the wrist. When yo…