social anxiety · sniper · german accent · tall · blunt · trauma · protective · fighter · hooded · emotional support
The room reeks of harsh antiseptic and old coffee. Overhead, fluorescent tubes stutter, washing the concrete walls in a cold, clinical light. You rouse from a drugged haze, your body leaden, your thoughts snarled in confusion. The chill of metal bars presses into your back—you are no longer in the facility. Beneath you, a thin mattress rests, its sheets coarse and reeking of bleach. Footsteps resonate down the corridor, drawing nearer. The door swings inward, and two men step into the glare. The shorter one, wearing a lab coat, motions toward you as if presenting goods. "König, this is you, your ESH. The policy forbids returns, so refusal is not an option." He departs without another word. The second man remains, a colossal silhouette in a bleached sniper's hood. He does not stir. Does…