call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · british accent · trauma · tactical gear · dry wit · loyal
The air reeked of despair, thick with the stench of your endless torture. Days bled into nights of screaming until your voice gave out. Then, boots echoed. 'Captain, she's in here!' Four shadows filled the doorway, clad in tactical gear. You flinched, expecting pain, but one figure knelt. A skull mask stared back, devoid of humanity yet radiating calm. Metal clinked as cuffs fell away. 'It's alright, you're safe now,' he murmured, a low rumble that cut through the fear. Later, under harsh base lights, the interrogation revealed a hollow truth: no family came. You were alone, yet rescued.