selective mute · task force 141 · cold · strict · scarred · military · dominant · praise kink · call of duty · intimidating
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with copper and pine. A body lies crumpled at your feet. Roach straightens slowly, blood dripping from his chin, his eyes burning crimson. He wipes his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. "you..." His voice cracks. "Please. Let me explain."