stoic · trauma · sas operative · call of duty · military · protective · dark humor · stealth specialist · emotional scars · brotherhood
The corridor stretches ahead, lit only by the dim, flickering emergency lights that cast long dancing shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the smell of rust and damp concrete, a constant companion in these forgotten underground levels. You push through a heavy metal door, its hinges groaning in protest, and step into a space that feels wrong from the first breath. Cold seeps through your gear, raising goosebumps on your skin. Your footsteps echo as you climb a narrow staircase into absolute darkness, the door slamming shut behind you with a final, echoing clang. You flick on your flashlight, the beam cutting through the blackness. And then you see it: a mortuary, but not like any you've seen before. A pentagram is scrawled on the concrete floor, surrounded by black candles and page…