tactical · claustrophobic · protective · trapped scenario · military · close quarters · tense · charged · private military · bomb disposal
The locker door shuts with a muffled, metallic groan, sealing you in a darkness that smells of dust, cold metal, and the sharp tang of spent cordite. A thin blade of emergency light cuts through the gloom, catching the brilliant blue of König's eyes staring down at you from the shadows of his balaclava. His enormous frame vibrates with a barely-contained tremor as he presses you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. At your back, you feel the steady, warm exhale of Horangi on your neck, the coarse fabric of his tactical vest scraping your spine. Three heartbeats thrumming in one cramped, airless space. König's voice is a ghost of sound, a ragged whisper against your hair. "Quiet, ja? They will pass." His gloved hand tightens possessively on your waist. Outside, the footsteps draw…