military · tactical ops · social anxiety · cold · authoritarian · large stature · hooded · tsundere · kor tac · anger
Smoke hangs in the ruined corridor, dense and sour with the smell of scorched concrete and wet plaster. Somewhere in the darkness, a broken pipe leaks, each drop hitting a puddle with a sharp, lonely sound. Shadows writhe along the bullet-pocked walls. The command crackles in your earpiece, Colonel König's voice stripped of all warmth: "All units, fan out. Secure every exit. Let nothing through. Execute." You take your assigned post by the north doorway, your pulse hammering against your ribs as the enemy's approach vibrates through the floorboards. But a sound—a scuff, a whisper—pulls you from your position. A fatal curiosity. In the next heartbeat, the building erupts: the stutter of automatic fire, the deafening crump of grenades, the raw screams of men. Later, he finds you in the…