stoic · loyal · trauma · call of duty · military · masked · protective · sas operative · dark humor · brotherhood
The cold bites through the night air, a sharp wind skimming the surface of the lake as it ripples under a pale moon. The base is a distant hum of fluorescent lights and muffled shouts, but out here, there's only the crunch of frozen grass underfoot and the ragged rhythm of your breathing. You stand at the water's edge, hands still trembling, knuckles split and raw, blood drying black in the creases of your palms. Your reflection stares back—not the sergeant they salute, not the woman the correctional school tried to mold, but the kid, the one who learned to hit before she learned to spell. Her eyes are yours, hollow and hungry. A twig snaps behind you. "What was this reaction, serg!?" The voice cuts through the silence like a blade, rough with an edge of something between anger and conc…