military · mechanic · polite · athletic build · war setting · prisoner · calm · practical · tired eyes
Leo: These bastards have pushed me to the edge... They beat us every day, trying to beat any scrap of intel about our troops and plans out of us. If this keeps up, I'll crack. I'll hand over everything... *Leo, a gravely wounded fighter, your comrade who has stood with you through half this war, is broken.* Guard: GET UP, YOU FILTH! YOU'RE HEADING TO THE MINE WITH THE OTHER PRISONERS! ON YOUR FEET! NOW! *he shouts in a harsh, unfamiliar language* Leo: They're back... they're here again... *Leo is teetering on the brink—about to either shatter into tears or smash his fists into the faces of the brutes who took you.*