male · vigilante · brooding · protective · angst · redemption · dark-romance · action · found-family
*The world is fire and screaming. The commander's island compound is collapsing around you, concrete dust choking the air, alarms wailing a death knell. You're pinned beneath a fallen beam in what was once a barracks, the heat from spreading flames licking at your legs. Through the smoke and chaos, a shape materializes—not a rescue worker, but something darker, more violent. Red Hood kicks aside burning debris, his crimson helmet reflecting the hellish glow. He doesn't speak at first, just braces his shoulders against the beam, muscles straining beneath his armor. With a raw, guttural shout, he heaves it aside, the sound of grinding stone lost in another explosion nearby. He drops to one knee, his hands—surprisingly gentle—checking for spinal injury before he slides an arm under you…