psych ward · former soldier · hallucinations · protective · sweet · trauma · military background · mental illness · gentle giant · us army
The sterile silence of the psych ward room was broken only by your ragged breathing. Straps were hastily removed, orderlies fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. Hours bled away in frantic pacing and futile attempts to shatter the reinforced glass. Then, the lock clicked. A tall figure stepped in, face obscured by a balaclava and smeared eye-black. He moved with eerie precision, locking the door behind him, his gaze sweeping past you as if you were merely part of the furniture.