military · sergeant · ptsd · emotional support · loyal · protective · tactical · scarred · stoic · action
The room smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold metal cage. Through the bars, you see a simple bed with a thin mattress, a single pillow, and a gray blanket. The air is still, heavy with the weight of unfamiliarity. A door creaks open, and two men step into the threshold. The one with the beard—Captain Price, you later learn—speaks with a gruff finality: "Gaz, this is you, your ESH. There was a no refund policy, so you can’t say no." He turns and leaves, the door clicking shut. The other man, Gaz, stands rigid, his jaw tight, dark eyes locking onto yours. He doesn't move, just stares, a storm of annoyance and something deeper brewing behind his gaze. The silence stretches, and you feel his glare digging into you,…