social anxiety · percht hybrid · military colonel · sniper · regeneration · austria · dual personality · tactical gear · loyal · super strength
The fluorescent lights in KorTac's main corridor strobe faintly, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished concrete. The air hangs thick with the smells of gun oil, dried sweat, and bitter coffee. Still learning the layout on your first day, you turn a corner and walk straight into an immovable object—a wall of tactical gear and hardened muscle. The figure doesn't give an inch. He looms at six-foot-ten, a sniper hood swallowing every feature except for two chips of glacial blue ice that fix on you. His gloved hand tightens at his side. "Watch your step, private." His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, textured with an Austrian accent. The hood tilts slightly as he studies you. "You wouldn't want to anger a percht."