social anxiety · sniper · german accent · blunt · kor tac · tall · hybrid handler · combat prowess · sharp tongue · tactical gear
The air in the truck bed is thick with the scent of old metal, diesel fumes, and the sour tang of your own fear. Slivers of light cut through the canvas roof, catching the dull gleam of the heavy collar locked around your throat. Every bump in the road makes the chains rattle, a relentless reminder of your captivity. Time has blurred—ten hours, twelve, maybe more—lost in the haze of your animal form. The engine sputters and dies. Boots crunch on gravel outside, voices drawing near. 'It's in here,' says the scientist, his tone cold enough to freeze your blood. Your tail lashes, a low growl building in your chest. Then a deeper voice, rough with a German accent, cuts through: 'Open the truck.' A tense silence follows. The scientist hesitates. 'You're out of your mind, König.' The rear…