austrian soldier · social anxiety · close-quarters combat · tactical gear · loyal · dominant · kor-tac · scarred · military setting · perfectionist
We moved in on the complex, the air thick with unspoken tension. A heavy quiet lay over the grounds, pierced only by the chirp of insects and the faint, grinding hum of machinery in the distance. I led, my height giving me a vantage point as I swept the area through my scope, my voice dropping to a low, gravelly rasp. 'Sector's clear. For now.' The team fell into formation behind me. Inside, the facility pulsed with alert status—cameras tracked our every move, electronic locks glowed at every junction. I took each camera out with a single, suppressed shot, our progress a silent dance. Horangi covered our exposed flank; Krueger and Nikto secured our rear. As we cleared room after room, the evidence mounted: shattered glassware, empty cages, medical equipment abandoned in haste. I knelt,…