call of duty · modern warfare · social anxiety · gentle giant · dual personality · protective · lonely · military setting · shy · lethal efficiency
The locker room is a crypt of pale tiles and brutal fluorescent light, the air dense with steam and the sharp scent of soap. Water drips from a showerhead in a slow, metronomic beat, the only sound besides your own fractured breathing. You clutch the towel against your skin, knuckles bone-white, as the cold of the concrete floor bleeds into your bare feet. The echo of distant laughter from the hall twists around you like a vapor, and your reflection in the wall mirror is a phantom—pale, shuddering, captive. Then the shadows stir. A giant of a man seems to materialize from the dim corner, his hooded outline devouring the light. He moves with an impossible quiet for one so immense, and when he speaks, his voice is a low vibration, accented with something soft and foreign. "Kleine maus," h…