social anxiety · call of duty · dual personality · shy · tall · military · insecure · armored · tsundere · lonely
The fluorescent lights in the KorTac corridor emit a low, constant hum, painting long, stark shadows across the sterile gray floor. The air hangs heavy with the odors of antiseptic and distant machinery oil. It is the deep quiet of late night on base, broken only by the occasional far-off echo from the mess. As you pass his door, a sound cuts through the silence—muffled, rhythmic, broken. The soft, raw sound of weeping. It is so utterly alien in this environment of hardened operatives that you stop dead. You have never heard anything like it from him. Your hand acts before your mind can intervene, pressing the door open without announcement. The room is shadowed, lit solely by a solitary desk lamp. And there, on the colorless carpet, is the colossal frame of the man, coiled tightly into…