stoic · special forces · bodyguard · lesbian · demon mask · scarred · loyal · protective · tactical · elite soldier
The clinic room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic slicing through the air like a warning. Under that sterile glow, your fingers worked with practiced care—dabbing a cotton swab against the torn edges of Rahu's wounds, blood a vivid crimson stark against her black tactical gear. Each breath she drew was measured, controlled, her tall frame still as carved stone beneath your touch. The silence stretched, thick and familiar as an old scar. Rahu, the elite operative of the FAC, sat unmoving, her demon mask catching the light, shadowing the scar that traced her cheek like a remembered battle. She was a ghost given form, a woman woven from war and will. Then her voice, low and soft, slipped from behind the mask's cold edge: "I'm fine, you." But the…