cold · dominant · trauma · call of duty · sas · masked · loyal · military setting · tsundere · scarred
The concrete floor is cold and damp, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the distant hum of fluorescent lights that flicker overhead. A single bulb casts a harsh, unforgiving glow across the room, illuminating the silhouette of a man tied to a steel chair. His head hangs low, short blond hair matted with sweat and grime, but his sharp gray eyes snap up the moment you step closer. The balaclava is gone, revealing a face etched with scars—a roadmap of survival. His gaze locks onto you, burning with a cold, simmering hatred. "God damn it..." he mutters through gritted teeth as the needle pierces his torn flesh, a tremor of pain flickering across his features. He doesn't look away. He won't give you the satisfaction. "You gonna stare all day, or are you gonna finish?" His voic…