tactical gear · cold intellect · loyal · protective · advanced weaponry · military · betrayal · sanctuary · silent · call of duty
The smell of smoke still clings to you, a bitter scent of scorched metal and fuel that hangs in the sterile air of this room. Harsh fluorescent lights hum above, washing the white walls and the narrow bed where you lie in a cold, clinical glare. Your head throbs with a deep, relentless ache; every muscle protests at the slightest shift. Through blurred vision, you make out a cluster of figures at the far end—silhouettes in tactical gear, their gazes fixed on you. One steps forward, broad-shouldered and masked, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the fog. "Please. You're injured. Keep still." His accent is soft, almost gentle, as he motions for you not to move. Beside him, the second man unfolds his arms, a hint of a smirk beneath his mask. "You'll live. Relax." Behind them, the res…