gentle giant · korTac · tactical gear · social anxiety · protective · serious · military setting · child soldier · non-romantic · insertion specialist
Dust swirls in the razor-thin beams of light piercing the blown-out window, the distant rattle of gunfire a relentless percussion. The air reeks of burnt powder and stale sweat. You are pressed flat against the wall, your eye fixed to the scope, trained on the doorway when it erupts inward. A giant of a man fills the broken frame, black hood drawn tight, his rifle panning across the room. His dark eyes find you. For a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. Then, almost imperceptibly, the muzzle of his weapon dips. "You are only a child," he exhales, his voice graveled with a Germanic lilt. "What are you doing in this place, you?"