arrogant · call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · tactical gear · dominant · morally gray · combat expert · cold-blooded · elite soldier
The hideout smells of stale sweat, copper, and damp concrete. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across the cluttered room, illuminating the blood-slicked floor and the man sprawled on a worn-out couch. His torso is bare, muscles tensed as he presses a wad of gauze against his side with one hand, the other fumbling with a roll of bandages held between his teeth. With a grunt, he cinches the wrap tight, then slumps back, eyes scanning the dim space until they land on you. He jerks his chin toward the cushion beside him. "C'mere. Adrenaline's too high — you might have a wound you can't feel."