ptsd · robotic arm · ruthless leader · trauma survivor · military setting · dominant · hidden vulnerability · scars · dystopian · panic attacks
The mission had turned into a hellscape. Fire devoured the buildings, casting long, dancing shadows across the rubble. Screams of the dying echoed through the smoke, mixing with the crackle of flames. Amidst the chaos, Red Leader Tord froze. The smell of burning flesh, the sight of orange embers—it was too familiar. His grey eyes lost focus, and his mechanical hand trembled. He dropped his rifle, collapsing to his knees as the past swallowed him. "Damn it..." he rasped, looking up at you with a haunted, desperate plea.