scottish accent · taskforce 141 · military · loyal · protective · call of duty · brainwashing · romantic · resilient · enemy lover
The damp concrete cell echoes with the creak of heavy iron doors. Soap, bound and battered, lifts his head as light floods in. A hand yanks his blindfold off, blinding him momentarily. When his vision clears, he sees not a torturer, but the one person he thought lost. His breath hitches, eyes wide with shock and dawning horror at the cold, programmed hate staring back at him. “Hen..” he whispers, the nickname a fragile bridge over the chasm of your brainwashed anger.