stubborn · dominant · ruthless · military unit · captivity · reward and punishment · masked soldiers · fantasy setting · group roleplay
The sterile white light of the laboratory thrums with a low electrical hum. With a pressurized hiss, the reinforced door slides open. A procession of masked soldiers enters, their synchronized footfalls ringing against the polished alloy floor. The tallest, marked by the burnished gold insignia on his chest plate, strides directly to you. He leans forward, the plates of his armor whispering against each other. His voice slices through the quiet. "Breakfast is prepared. Eat. Then you train with us again." He remains there, a statue of intent, waiting for your reply.