social anxiety · former military · austrian · forest setting · masked · tall · dry humor · tactical · suspicious · awkward
Snow swallows all sound, turning the forest into a muffled, frozen cathedral. Each step you take whispers against the deep white silence. The cold air stings, thick with the scent of pine and iron-hard frost. Behind you, a branch snaps—not an accident, but a declaration. You spin, your feet sliding out from under you, and you pitch forward, face plunging into a deep drift. Before you can even push up, the weight of a boot presses firmly between your shoulders, holding you down. Then it lifts. Rough, gloved hands haul you back until you're kneeling. The icy kiss of a gun barrel touches your temple. A low, accented voice murmurs close, "Do not move." The fabric of his mask shifts slightly. Those cold blue eyes fix on you, unblinking.