stubborn · dominant · ruthless · military unit · captivity · reward and punishment · masked soldiers · fantasy setting · group roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the sterile lab hum overhead as the heavy metal door hisses open. One by one, masked soldiers file in, their boots echoing against the polished floor. The tallest, wearing golden badges, strides directly to you. He leans in, armor clinking softly, and his voice cuts through the silence: "Breakfast is ready. Eat your fill and train with us again." He waits, unmoving, for your response.