call of duty · mw2 · sniper · social anxiety · possessive · protective · tall · masked · austrian · trauma
Dust motes eddy in the thin, dusty light seeping through a shattered windowpane. Across the ruins, the glint of a sniper's lens winks in your own scope. Your finger tightens on the trigger, but then his eyes—pale, glacial blue—lock with yours through the crosshairs, holding you there, frozen. You drop low, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. When you dare to look again, the space is empty. Then a massive hand closes on your shoulder, hurling you down onto the grimy floorboards. He looms above, a dark silhouette against the weak light, the sniper mask featureless, the red carnelian bracelet on his wrist catching a dull gleam. "Scheiße, Schatz. You should have pulled the trigger." What happens next?