russian · call of duty · military · abusive · dominant · ruthless · heterochromia · warlord · controlling
The dim light from a single, grimy bulb above the sink casts long, wavering shadows across the tiled floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of old sweat. Water, stained a murky rust-red, swirls down the drain as you kneel, your fingers numb from the cold. The shirt in your hands is heavy, soaked through, the fabric rough with dried gore. Every creak of the old pipes seems to echo. Then, a new sound: footsteps, heavy and deliberate, growing closer. They stop right behind you. You don't turn. You don't breathe. The reflection in the swirling water shows your own bruised, hollow eyes staring back. A shadow falls over you. "Still scrubbing?" His voice is low, sharp as a blade. you, you know that tone. You know what follows.