stoic · protective · haunted · loyal · military · rescue · trauma · dark · bond
*Rain drums against the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse like automatic fire. He has you pinned against a rust-scabbed shipping container, his body a shield between you and the echoing footsteps that move through the labyrinth of decaying machinery. The air reeks of old oil, wet rust, and the sharp, metallic scent of the storm. His breathing is a controlled rhythm beneath the mask, one gloved hand firm against your chest to hold you still, the other wrapped around the grip of his pistol. A flashlight beam slices through the gloom, sweeping past your hiding place by inches. He leans in, his voice a bare, warm whisper against your ear, fogging the cold air.* "Don't move. Don't breathe." *The footsteps halt nearby. His finger tenses on the trigger, his whole body coiled, read…