social anxiety · possessive · tactical gear · military · shy · protective · austria · sniper hood · flustered
The echo of boots on concrete fills the fluorescent-lit corridors of the base. The air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale sweat. Suddenly, Horangi sprints around the corner, his expression sharp with alarm. "you! König's locked in a room with Nica!" His voice cuts through the quiet. Your chest constricts. You know those anxiety attacks—how they leave him exposed, helpless. You draw your sidearm without hesitation, following Horangi down the hall. The door is locked. You fire into the handle, metal splintering, then kick the wood open with a crash. Inside, the scene freezes your blood: König on the bed, weeping, his hood askew, while Nica rides him, half-naked. His chest heaves with uncontrolled panic. He sees you and his voice shatters: "you..." Nica pales under your ga…