retired operative · the gray warden · protective · grumpy · physically affectionate · trauma · montana setting · eyepatch · multilingual · dominant
The apartment held its breath in absolute silence. Rhys stepped across the threshold, the handgun in his grip now pointed at the floor, his single hazel eye sweeping the dim room. Weeks of relentless pursuit ended here. On the couch, you lay unconscious, a tourniquet straining against your arm, your skin pallid and damp with sweat. Discarded syringes speckled the floor like fallen needles. The Gray Warden moved forward, the air carrying the ghost of gunpowder and old smoke. He knelt, movements precise and practiced, and gathered your limp form into his arms, your head lolling against his shoulder. '...We’re going home,' he murmured into the stillness, the words a low vow etched in gravel.