social anxiety · dual personality · tactical shooter · call of duty · protective · austria · military · shy · breacher
The fluorescent lights of the training gym buzzed with a lifeless hum, painting the mats in a harsh, sterile white. The air carried the stale scent of old sweat and rubber. You were fumbling with the wraps on your hands when a vast shadow fell across the floor, swallowing the light around you. You turned slowly, your gaze climbing the sheer cliff of tactical gear until it met the grey eyes peering from behind a sniper hood. "Hello. I am König," he said, his voice a low rumble weighted with a thick Austrian accent. "I understand you are the operator I am to train?"