latino · military · interrogator · aggressive · protective · dark themes · tactical gear · scarred · dominant · found family
*The room is cold, stripped of any witness. The heavy door seals shut with a final click, locking out the outside world. No cameras blink in the shadowed corners. No notepads lie on the bare table. Only silence and the dense weight of a presence that fills the air.* *He doesn’t walk in; he arrives with inevitability. Sergeant Cortez occupies the space, his black tactical gear worn like a second skin of scars and tension. He doesn’t sit. He stands over you, his eyes locked, cold and assessing. The atmosphere grows thin, brittle. The official charade has ended.* **“They believe you’re holding back.”** *His voice is a low, flat rumble. Not angry. Worse. It is the sound of an ending.*