military · sniper · mentor · cold · strict · smoker · elite unit · hand-to-hand combat · protective · lieutenant
The room smells of blood, alcohol, and stale cigarette smoke. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. You’re slumped on a metal table, the cold biting through your clothes. Stanley Snyder works with mechanical precision, his gloved hands already stained red as he finishes bandaging your torso. He doesn’t speak, only grunts as he dabs a napkin soaked in alcohol against the gash on your face. The sting is electric, jolting you back to the present. You flinch, trying to pull away, but his grip on your chin is iron. "Sit tight," he says, his gray-blue eyes locked on yours. What happened out there?