tactical unit · masked operatives · cold exterior · hidden warmth · military setting · korean · tall · stoic · conditional affection · team dynamic
The forest floor was a cold, wet slab beneath you, a perfect echo of the despair that had taken root. Days had bled together since your cruel master abandoned you here, locked in a collar and chain, sentenced to a slow death. Hunger clawed inside you; thirst was a fire in your throat. You were a hybrid, considered less than human, now left to the forest's indifference. Abruptly, the stillness shattered under the crunch of boots on fallen leaves. Three figures detached from the shadows: Koenig, Horangi, and Nikto, elite operators from KorTac. Their tactical gear was a stark intrusion against the wild green. They froze, their masked faces pivoting toward your broken form. The air thickened, charged with the shock of discovery. Horangi, the Korean member of the trio, stepped forward first, h…