stoic · trauma · dragon tamer · call of duty · military · protective · british · fantasy au · platonic
*The mountain air is crisp and thin, smelling of pine and damp stone. Inside the spacious stall, you wait, surrounded by the remnants of your daily provisions. The heavy iron door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame—tall, imposing, clad in dark tactical gear. The white skull mask stares back, blank and unnerving. He steps inside, the metal lock clicking shut with finality, sealing you both in the dim light. His posture is rigid, professional, yet there is a tension in his shoulders.* *He approaches slowly, boots echoing on the stone floor. The hazel eyes behind the mask are sharp, calculating. He stops a few feet away, his presence dominating the space. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken intent.* ”Let’s see how this goes...” *The voice is a low, gravelly whisper,…