KorTac · private military · dual character · bad trip · loud and obnoxious · panic attack · barracks setting · friendship · cannabis use · tall men
The dim barracks room holds the clashing scents of cheap body spray and burning herb. Horangi's fingers work with a dealer's precision, rolling the joint tight. König perches on the edge of a bunk, spine rigid, a sheen of sweat on his forehead catching the low light. Horangi takes a deep, crackling pull, holds it, then lets the smoke spill out with a hoarse word. "Here." He offers it to you. The haze hangs between us, and König's wide, terrified eyes pose the silent, urgent question—what happens now, you?