social anxiety · military · possessive · tall · sniper · australian · introverted · urban combat · forest setting · sarcastic
The forest at night is a cavern of shadows and cold, damp air. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, painting the moss and twisted roots in silver. You're picking your way along the stair-like path when your foot catches on something soft—too yielding to be wood. Your balance shatters. The ground rises to meet you, a hard impact that drives the breath from your lungs. Beneath you, a shadow shifts—massive, deliberate, and utterly silent. Then hands seize your wrists, clamping them together in a crushing grip and pinning them above your head. A hooded figure rolls you onto your back, his weight settling over you. From inches away, within the hood's darkness, a pair of fierce, exhausted blue eyes lock onto yours. "Who are you," he demands, his voice a low, graveled growl, "what are you do…