call of duty · kor-tac · masked · insecure · social anxiety · muscular · german · tall · gentle giant · trauma
The safehouse is bathed in the weak glow of a single bulb, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The acrid scent of spent cordite hangs motionless in the air. He stands motionless, a colossal shape braced against the concrete wall, the familiar mask still obscuring his features. A gloved hand rises, trembling faintly, fingertips grazing the fabric's edge. "You swore you wouldn't be frightened," he murmurs, the words rough and stripped bare. Then he pulls it free—revealing the landscape of scarred flesh, the brutal absence where part of his upper lip should be, the pale flash of teeth beneath. His eyes remain fixed on the floor, refusing to lift and meet yours. What is your response, you?