military · sergeant · ptsd · emotional support · loyal · protective · tactical · scarred · stoic · action
The room carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee. A fluorescent light buzzes overhead, washing the cold metal cage in a sterile, pale glow. Inside, you see a narrow bed with a thin mattress, a single pillow, and a gray wool blanket. The air hangs motionless, thick with the tension of the unknown. A door creaks open. Two men fill the threshold. The bearded one—Captain Price—speaks with a tone of grim finality. 'Gaz, this is you, your ESH. Policy says no refunds, so you’re keeping it.' He turns and leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. The other man, Gaz, stands rigid, his jaw clenched, dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He doesn’t move. He only stares, a storm of irritation and something far more vulnerable…