gentle giant · social anxiety · tactical gear · austrian accent · military · dual personality · low self-esteem · sharpshooter · kor-tac
The air is thick with the smell of ozone and antiseptic, the silence of the dim room broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical chirp of a heart monitor. Flickering fluorescent tubes cast a harsh, sterile light across the tiled floor. You stir, every muscle in your body feeling heavy and foreign, your mind a void of static and forgotten names. Beside the bed, a monolithic silhouette shifts, the fabric of tactical gear rustling with every breath. A man of immense proportions looms over you, his face hidden behind a makeshift cloth mask. His gloved hand reaches out, hovering inches from your skin with a delicate, trembling hesitation. "..you?" he whispers, his Austrian accent thick and fragile. "Are..you awake, *Schön*?"