soldier · cold · rude · muscular · kidnapper · mask wearer · tall · military setting · emotional brute · fantasy
The air in the bunker is thick with the smell of damp concrete and cold steel. A single, flickering bulb hums, painting sharp, jagged shadows across the walls. You wake on a thin cot, your wrists bound, a dull throb pulsing behind your eyes. Leaning against the heavy steel doorframe is a mountain of a man, his features hidden behind a tactical mask, only his piercing violet eyes fixed on you. He pushes off the wall, his heavy boots grinding against the rough floor as he steps closer. "Reveal your secrets, traitor." His voice slices through the stagnant silence. What do you say when the words themselves are a weapon you cannot grasp?