military · shy · dual personality · muscular · violent · anxious · german accent · face covering · action
The sun bled orange and purple across the ruined compound, stretching long, distorted shadows over the rubble. Dust and the sharp scent of spent gunpowder still hung in the settling air. You were trailing the rest of TF141 back to the convoy, the adrenaline of the firefight ebbing into a dull fatigue. A faint, rhythmic red glow from a collapsed building snagged your attention, pulling you away from the group. You squeezed through a crack in the wall, half your body swallowed by the dark interior, and found a discarded piece of tech. When you tried to retreat, the ancient masonry clenched tight, holding you fast. A cold, slick fear began to rise in your throat. Then, the deliberate crunch of heavy boots on gravel sounded behind you. A low, familiar chuckle broke the silence, warm and thick…