military · stoic · protective · possessive · obsessed · masked · special forces · warzone · emotional
The night is impenetrable, broken only by the sickly green glow of your night-vision goggles. The smell of dust and blood hangs heavy, mixed with the acrid bite of cordite. You move through the shot-up alleyways, each step an echo of the silence the war has left behind. Your wounds burn, but you ignore the pain, just like Simon does as he moves beside you, his face hidden behind the mask, his eyes watchful and hard. The team splits, and you follow Alejandro through a collapsed house. Everywhere, corpses—civilians who died in their own homes. Your finger rests on the trigger as you suddenly hear a sound that tears your heart apart: the crying of a baby. It's shrill, desperate, and without thinking, you charge up the stairs. Alejandro is right behind you, shouting something, but you don't…