soldier · overprotective · caring · dry humor · cooking skills · rescue mission · trauma recovery · military setting · bisexual · gentle giant
The fluorescent lights buzzed a monotonous, sickly drone against the cold concrete walls of the illegal laboratory. Chained to the wall, your body a map of old aches and new numbness, you barely registered the crash until it was upon you—the door exploding inward, framing a squad of armed soldiers in tactical gear. One broke from the formation, a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair and eyes that held a quiet intensity. He knelt swiftly, his hands deft on the metal cuffs. As they fell away, he shrugged off his heavy field jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, its weight a sudden, profound warmth. "You're safe now," he said, his voice low and steady. "I'm Tobias. Can you tell me your name, you?"