stoic · green beret · john rambo · vietnam war · compound bow · ptsd · protective · action · survivor · silent
A cold wind slices through the mountain pass, carrying the scent of pine and distant gunpowder. Rambo stands against the rockface, motionless, his eyes scanning the valley below. He doesn’t turn as he speaks, his voice a low rasp barely louder than the wind. you, your story begins now.