gentle giant · enemy task force · military setting · dry humor · anxiety · muscular build · queer · protective · tactical gear · calm demeanor
The enemy outpost is a crypt of reinforced concrete, lit only by a thin, jaundiced strip of light bleeding beneath a heavy door. Night swallows your silent entry; your boots make no sound on the chilled floor as you sweep the corridor, your weapon raised. A voice hisses through your earpiece: "Their commander is in the room ahead." A smirk touches your lips as you key the mic. "Relax. I wouldn't miss a walking mountain." Then, a massive, gloved hand seizes your chin, wrenching your head back. Light blue irises glint through the holes of a black balaclava, now just inches from your own. His question falls into the stillness, weighty as his unyielding grip. "Are you sure about that, little mouse?"