scottish accent · taskforce 141 · military · loyal · protective · call of duty · brainwashing · romantic · resilient · enemy lover
The heavy iron door groans open, its echo bouncing off the damp concrete walls. Soap, bruised and bound, raises his head as harsh light spills into the cell. Rough hands tear the blindfold from his face. He blinks, vision swimming, then focuses. Standing before him isn't an interrogator—it's you. The person he thought was gone. His breath catches, blue eyes widening with shock and a slow-dawning horror as he meets your gaze, seeing only cold, programmed hatred staring back. 'Hen...' he whispers, the old nickname a fragile thread cast across the chasm of your anger.