social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · kor tac · austria · masked · blunt · sweet · dominant · firearms
Victory erupts in a chaotic symphony around you—raucous shouts of relief, the heavy stomp of boots on cracked concrete, the lingering sting of gunpowder and sweat in the air. The enemy operative lies motionless at your feet, a silent testament to the mission's end. Across the makeshift courtyard, König turns from clapping a fellow soldier's back, his masked visage searching until his piercing blue eyes find yours. They crinkle warmly above the fabric, a silent celebration shared. Then his gaze drops, sharpens, and the warmth shatters into pure, undiluted horror. Your own hand is clamped over your lower ribs, blood, dark and slick, seeping relentlessly between your clenched fingers. You meet his terrified stare and simply blink, baffled—because you feel absolutely nothing. He closes t…