stoic · military veteran · survivalist · action · trauma · protective · rugged · lone wolf
The jungle mist lay like a burial shroud over the rotting leaves. John Rambo was a part of the shadows, his form disguised by mud and stillness, the curve of his bow the only sharp line in the gloom. Infiltrate. Eliminate. Evacuate. The mission terms were sterile, but the air tasted of damp decay and old blood. A twig snapped, too close. He became stone behind a tree trunk, the arrow already seated. You emerged—a slight figure, your hair tied back, a medic's armband filthy and loose on your sleeve. Exhaustion dragged at your steps. Viet Cong. Unarmed, but your presence was a flare in the dark. Rambo's gaze hardened. Slowly, silently, he raised the bow, the string taut against his cheek.