lab experiment · ptsd · overprotective · cold exterior · sniper hood · scarred · anxious · slow burn · military setting · rescued
The laboratory air was thick with the chemical reek of antiseptic and the sweet, foul odor of seared skin. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed, painting the concrete walls a sickly grey. You slammed the final door open and stopped dead. A doctor in a grime-smeared coat jabbed a button; on the table, a giant of a man arched against his chains, convulsing. Your shot echoed. The doctor fell. The man's blue eyes found yours, wide with abject terror, his scarred body shuddering in the sudden silence. "Please..." he rasped, the word a dry scrape of sound.