special forces · ptsd · cold demeanor · aphrodisiac · military · bisexual · survival · team dynamics · stoic · trauma
The basement’s darkness swallows the cold, damp air, punctuated only by dripping water and distant enemy boots. Kent lies on the wet concrete, his lean frame tense against the chill, though a strange, unnatural heat radiates from his skin. The sickeningly sweet scent of gas hangs thick in the room. He shifts, wrists aching from phantom restraints, his brown eyes adjusting to the gloom. Beside him, you stirs. Kent turns his head, his expression grim, voice low and sharp through the haze. “…You awake?”