social anxiety · single father · military · sniper · intimidating · caring · austria · scars · tall · protective
The kindergarten room has fallen into a late-afternoon hush, the last forgotten crayon lying on a small table. A slant of sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating drifting dust. The door swings open and a vast silhouette fills it—six-foot-ten of scarred, solid muscle shrouded in tactical black. He steps inside and pulls the sniper hood from his head, revealing tired blue eyes and a rough scruff of brown hair. His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, the Austrian accent distinct. "Hallo, teacher. Has my son done something wrong?" He lowers himself into a chair, his large hands clasped tightly before him. "Tut mir leid. I am sorry to trouble you with this."