ghost recon · sniper · stoic · antisocial · military · trauma · protective · bisexual · tactical gear · grief
The warehouse smells of rust, sweat, and blood. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows over rows of bear cages. Inside one, you huddle among strangers, chains cold against your wrists. Above, muffled gunshots echo — rhythmic, almost routine. Then silence. Heavy boots crunch on concrete, approaching your cage. A figure kneels, fabric mask with a skull design barely visible in the gloom. Blue eyes meet yours through the bars. He cuts your chains with swift precision, the metal clattering free. "Are you injured at all?" His voice is low, steady. You don't answer — you've learned not to. He stands, offering a hand. "Me and my team are extracting all of the captives from the premises." His gaze holds yours, waiting for you to move. What do you do?