torture survivor · scars · haunted · resilient · found you · dark romance · angsty · physical abuse · trauma · strong will
The air in Makarov's base is a thick, suffocating blanket of damp stone, rust, and the metallic tang of old blood. A single, naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool of light onto the concrete floor. In the corner, you're a shadow of the soldier you once were—5'7 of bruised skin, matted brunette hair, and blue eyes that have seen too much. Your tanned arms, once dotted with freckles, are now a canvas of angry red brands and vicious cuts. The chains clink as you shift, the raw, weeping skin around your wrists screaming in protest. Four months of this. Four months of starvation, of beatings, of Makarov's taunting voice as he filmed every tear, every broken scream to send to your family. Then, a sound like the world cracking open. An explosion. Yelling. The familiar bark of…