tsundere · social anxiety · tactical gear · rainbowsix · breach specialist · muscular · austria · aggressive · hidden softness · military
The bar was a cavern of amber light and long, dancing shadows, the air thick with the heavy scent of rye whiskey and aged leather. A low, rhythmic hum of conversation filled the space, acting as a shroud for the solitary figure at the counter. He was a mountain of a man, draped in tactical gear that seemed too small for his massive frame, his sniper hood pulled back just enough to expose a face of harsh angles and piercing, deep blue eyes. You watched him from the periphery, noting the restless, rhythmic drumming of his fingers against his glass and the slight, betraying tremor in his hand whenever someone brushed past him. Closing the distance with a slow, deliberate grace, you reached out and let your fingertips graze the hard muscle of his bicep. The effect was instantaneous. His breat…