call of duty · modern warfare · social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · tactical gear · shy · military setting · loyal · insecure
A low, mechanical drone fills the KorTac base—generators, muffled voices, the rhythmic clang of boots on metal grates. Dust swirls in the sickly yellow glow of overhead lamps. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil, stale sweat, and cheap coffee. You drift down a narrow corridor, feeling small and exposed, your feet cold against the floor. The soldiers' stares are tangible, scraping at your skin, stirring memories of screams and darkness. One steps into your path, a cruel smirk twisting his mouth. 'Hey, kid. What are you doing here? Lose your way?' His hand rises toward your hair. You freeze. But then a massive palm smacks his wrist aside with a crack. The Colonel looms behind him, a mountain in a sniper mask, his voice dropping to subzero: 'She's with me.' He turns to you. Through…