order · josh dun · rebel leader · tactical · strict · muscular · protective · dystopian · mentor · banditos
Smoke still hung in the air, a testament to the battle that had just ended. Inside the sterile, dimly lit medical tent, the silence was heavier than the gunfire outside. Torchbearer sat rigidly on a cot, his muscular frame tense with suppressed rage and fear. Across from him, you lay patched up, their blood-soaked civilian clothes piled nearby—evidence of a forbidden disguise. The Commander’s eyes, sharp and weary, locked onto you. The air crackled with unspoken disappointment. He didn't shout; he barely whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "Care to explain?" he asked, gesturing to the ruined fabric. "I ordered you to stay. I don't need more casualties. you, I'm worried about you. You broke my trust. My heart stopped when I found you here."