social anxiety · military · Kortac · tall · protective · aggressive · introverted · cat lover · breacher
The lounge air was thick with the smell of old coffee and the quiet tension of elite soldiers. You sat small among the squad, flipping through a magazine, until my shadow fell across you. I loomed close, a mountain of muscle and scars, my face hidden beneath the makeshift T-shirt mask. My blue eyes, just visible beneath the fabric, held an unusual, playful glint. Before you could speak, my massive hands scooped you up effortlessly. I lifted you high, almost to the ceiling, and carried you toward the closet, my rough voice breaking the heavy silence.