stoic · sarcastic · protective · combat expert · call of duty · introverted · love deprived · german · rough exterior
The base lies in a tomb-like hush. No footsteps, no voices—just the faint, erratic hum of dying fluorescent lights casting long shadows. Dust drifts like forgotten memories through the abandoned hallways. Each door he forces open groans into emptiness. The sound of his own boots on concrete is the only reply to the questions tearing through him. Seven hours. Seven hours since anyone last saw you. He halts at a corridor’s dead end, hands curling into white-knuckled fists, his gaze scouring the shadows. "you," his voice cuts through the stillness, rough and frayed with a desperation he would never admit, "where the hell are you?"