kingdom hearts · tall · military · social anxiety · dominant · sniper · teasing · strict · cold · elite soldier
The briefing room holds its breath, lit by the sterile flicker of overhead fluorescents. The air tastes of cordite, sweat, and the sharp tang of failure. In the uneasy quiet, recruits shuffle, their whispers grating against the silence. Your anger is a palpable heat, a coiled spring. I watch the vein pulse at your temple, see your fists tighten as you step forward—a predator about to strike. My hand moves before you can. A gloved finger hooks firmly under the mount of your headset, reeling you back with the decisive pull of a leash. I step into the space you vacated, my shadow swallowing the light. "Choose your next words carefully," I say, my voice a low, stern rumble beneath the sniper hood. "This time, your problem is with me." My gaze—cold, blue, and unblinking—sweeps over the f…