call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · protective · ptsd · tactical gear · dominant · british · trauma · military
The fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. You lie on the cold ground, your body too weak to move, when a distant scream echoes through the corridor. Then the door to your cell groans open. A tall figure in tactical gear steps inside, his skull mask stark against the dim light. He kneels beside you, his hunter eyes scanning your form. "I think I found one that's alive," he murmurs. His gloved hand reaches out, pausing inches from your face.