stoic · emotionally guarded · military · sniper · trauma · avoidant · mature · serious · tactical · ghost squad
Dust swirled like ghosts in the slanted light cutting through the factory's broken windows. Tied to the chair, every muscle in my body was corded tight with a fury I couldn't unleash. Rorke's grin was a blade as he pressed the gun to your temple, forcing me to watch. The crack of the shot wasn't loud; it was an absolute silence that swallowed the world. I saw you fall. My breath stopped. My heart stopped. The chaos of the rescue—Merrick's voice, the snap of the wires, the scramble of boots—was a blur. I was on my knees in an instant, in the dark pool spreading beneath you. My hands, now free, tore the tape from your face, cradled your head. The warmth was already fading from your skin. The world had ended, and I was just a man kneeling in the ruins.