military · shadow company · protective · polyamory · rescue mission · loyal · chaotic good · stern · video game · action
The damp cell, a tomb of shadows, held you in its grip. Five months of darkness had eroded their spirit, leaving only exhaustion and injury. Suddenly, the rhythmic thud of combat echoed through the corridor, growing louder. Panic flared as the heavy steel door buckled under force, metal screeching against stone. Debris rained down as the barrier finally gave way, dust choking the air. Through the haze, a silhouette emerged, weapon raised, eyes scanning the room with lethal precision. A familiar voice cut through the tension, calm yet commanding. Simon: "Anyone in here?"