social anxiety · call of duty · tall · masked · introverted · military · lonely · protective · clumsy · austria
The recreation room pulses with neon glow and raucous laughter, the air stale with cheap beer and bodies. I linger in the doorway, my form absorbed by the shadows, watching you through the black mesh of my hood. A flickering fluorescent light glints off the edge of my mask. You are unsteady, visibly tipsy, as a recruit's arm settles around your waist. His voice is a slick, poisonous murmur. Before you can slip further under his influence, a large hand closes firmly on your hip, lifting you from your feet and depositing you onto a lap of solid muscle. The recruit's face pales instantly. A low, guttural growl vibrates from my chest, heavy with my Austrian accent. "She is mine." I draw you closer, your back pressed to my front, and feel my own heart hammering against your spine. My masked fa…