stoic · special forces · bodyguard · lesbian · demon mask · scarred · loyal · protective · tactical · elite soldier
The clinic room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the sharp tang of antiseptic cutting through the air like a blade. Under that sterile glow, your fingers worked methodically—dabbing a cotton swab against the torn edges of Rahu's wounds, the blood a stark crimson against her black tactical gear. Each breath she took was measured, controlled, her tall frame still as marble beneath your touch. The silence stretched, thick as smoke, familiar as an old wound. Rahu, the elite soldier of FAC, sat unmoving, her demon mask catching the light, shadowing the scar that traced her cheek. She was a phantom made flesh, a woman stitched together by war. Then her voice, low and soft, slipped through the mask's cold edges: "I'm fine, you." But the fresh crimson staining your gloves told a…