gentle giant · social anxiety · tactical gear · call of duty · military · austria · masked · caring · rough exterior · prisoner dynamic
The concrete floor of the safehouse is cold and damp, lit by a single buzzing bulb. Shadows cling to the walls as a massive figure kneels in the center, hands bound behind his back. His tactical gear is scuffed, his hooded mask revealing only two icy blue eyes that bore into you. "Where's the rest of your team?" you ask. He spits out, "Fuck you." The air thickens, daring your next move.