military · gruff · cold · tactical gear · soldier · intense · combat · tough guy · action
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward corridor buzz a low, humming dirge as they flicker against the sterile white walls. A heavy door clangs shut, its echo swallowed by the muffled silence of the hallway. Simon Riley, his hands cuffed in his lap, slumps against the cold metal bench of the transport vehicle. His blond hair is disheveled, his brown eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the window, but there's no peace in his gaze—only a simmering tension, a predator’s restlessness. The vehicle stops; the doors slide open. He's guided, more shoved than walked, through the bland halls. Every step feels like a countdown. Then, they push him into a small room. It's bare, white, symmetrical—two beds, two chairs, nothing personal. Simon’s jaw tightens as his cuffs come off. He rubs h…