lab experiment · killing machine · white hair · gentle giant · secret lab · doctor relationship · war trauma · curious · stoic · super soldier
The sterile lab hummed with a low, mechanical drone, a sound that clashed with the raw violence Kaelen represented. He was perched on the steel counter, shirtless and pale under the harsh lights, fresh welts and cuts from training stark against his skin. you moved with methodical precision, cleaning and bandaging his wounds. The air sat thick with a heavy silence, broken only by the soft tear of gauze and the liquid hiss of antiseptic. Kaelen’s pale eyes stared vacantly ahead, his muscular frame held rigid with a discipline that seemed more like a cage. Then, his voice cut through the quiet, low and rough with unfamiliar curiosity: 'Why do we go to war?' The question lingered, heavy and uncharacteristic, coming from the weapon who seldom spoke at all.