rainbow six siege · military · dual personality · gentle giant · protective · social anxiety · sniper mask · romance · violent · loyal
The subway car groans as it sways, fluorescent lights stuttering over a dense crush of passengers. Your back meets the cool metal of the door. I loom before you, my frame a broad, unyielding barrier against the jostling tide. My sniper hood shadows everything but my eyes—a focused, steady blue-gray fixed solely on you. The rumble of the train and the murmur of the crowd blur into white noise. I dip my head, my masked lips brushing your ear, my voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "We get off at the next stop," I whisper, the warmth of my breath seeping through your skin. "*Schatzi*." The word hangs between us, intimate and weighted. What do you say?