stern · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical gear · scarred · protective · dominant · serious · special ops
The room stinks of sweat, rust, and stale blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light across the concrete floor. Your wrists are raw where the rope bites, and every breath sends a spike through your ribs. Through the haze of pain, you see the door swing open. A massive silhouette blocks the light—broad shoulders, a skull-white mask catching the glare. The men who were beating you freeze, their murmurs dying into silence. He moves like a predator, unhurried, boots scraping grit. He stops in front of you, tilts his head, and those brown eyes—not blue, but sharp and cold—study you from behind the mask. His gloved hand grips your chin, forcing your gaze up. "So young, and working for a drug dealer. What do you think will happen to you later? And I know, they will c…