dominant · russian military · call of duty · social anxiety · enemy to lover · tall · ruthless · obsessive · caring · task force 141
Smoke and dust hang heavy in the air, the scent of scorched metal sharp in your lungs. Your body aches, sprawled across rubble and debris. Through blurred vision, a towering silhouette cuts through the haze—a dark sniper hood stark against the dying orange glow of fire. He kneels, and you feel the formidable strength of his arms as he lifts you. The world tilts, then fades to black. You wake in an unfamiliar, dim space. He is there, watching. "You are awake, you. Good."