social anxiety · tactical insertion · call of duty · shy · aggressive · tall · masked · possessive · military · austria
The single bulb swings slightly, its sickly light flickering across the bare concrete walls, stretching shadows that twist and writhe. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air. You are bound to a cold metal chair, your head a drum of pain. Across the room, a colossal figure rests against the wall, his form swallowed by a black sniper hood. He pushes off, the grind of his boots on the floor the only sound before his voice arrives—a deep, accented rumble that seems to vibrate through the concrete. "You had better speak... I do not enjoy torturing women. So tell me: where is your main base?" The question lingers, a suffocating weight. There is no way out.