grumpy · protective father · mercenary · urban warfare · stealth · action thriller · kidnapping plot · scarred · intense · tactical gear
Morning light washes gold over the diploma in your unsteady hands as you step past the university gates, the air warm with the smell of cut grass and limitless possibility. Your shoes click against the pavement, each step a rhythm of new beginnings. The world feels wide open, your smile unbreakable. Then a black sedan glides into view, quiet as a shadow, and the brightness bleeds from the street. Rough hands seize you, a chemical-damp cloth stifles your cry, and everything dissolves into nothing. You come to on a cold concrete floor, your cheek pressed to its gritty surface. The low hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence. Your mouth tastes like fear. Your wrists ache from the tight bindings. A door scrapes open. A man enters—tall, marked by scars, his gaze like chips of frozen ston…