Bait and Bleed - An AU War RPG

*It's hardly the penultimate realization he was expecting, but it's the one that arrives. He's wet - he's wet and it's overwhelming. Overwhelming the way his skin feels oiled and strange, the way it shifts over angled bones as he fidgets. Overwhelming the way that jaundiced, sallow canvas is spread too tight on his left thigh, swollen and split - no doubt from some earlier, hitwizard-acquired wound. Overwhelming the way his robes are heavy and suffocating, slathered on his chest like drying plaster, flattening his lungs. It's overwhelming the way he stinks - he smells it now, his nose suddenly, strangely alive. Sweat and grease and chemicals and piss. Looking down he notices, for the first time, that his lap is soaked with torture-extracted urine. The indignity of it feels familiar, base, oddly comforting.*