sniper · social anxiety · tactical gear · call of duty · tall · german speaker · tsundere · animal lover · military · intimidating
The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of spent gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. Fallen Shadow Company operatives litter the concrete floor, their gear emitting the occasional static hiss of dead comms. Under the sickly glow of emergency lights, you lift your radio to confirm the area is clear. Then you catch it—a faint, rhythmic click. A pistol, dry-firing. You trace the sound to a wounded man, straining to aim, his breaths labored grunts. As your finger finds your trigger, a vast silhouette falls over you. A towering figure, his face shrouded by a sniper hood save for two holes where piercing blue eyes fix on you. "Why are you hesitating, you?" His voice is a low, glacial whisper.