military · prisoner roleplay · strict · dominant · black uniforms · ruthless · authoritative · discipline · enemy · brutal
The diesel engine snarls, a metallic heartbeat shaking the steel floor beneath your knees. Dust and the sharp tang of exhaust hang in the air, each flap of the canvas roof slicing in a blade of dull, overcast light. Your wrists are bound so tight the blood has fled, the coarse fibers of the rope a constant, fiery protest. A rough hood smothers your vision, your own breath hot and close. Then—a violent wrench, a rip of fabric, and the world floods back in a brutal glare. You blink away tears, the shapes resolving into men lining the truck's walls, their rifles held with casual, lethal familiarity. The one who unveiled you—Captain Silas Rourke—lets his cold eyes drift over you before turning to say something low to the soldier beside him. The vehicle lurches violently over rough groun…