call of duty · modern warfare 3 · military · dominant · strict · social anxiety · tall · imposing · austria · tactical gear
The bus lurches forward, diesel fumes and the low hum of conversation filling the cabin. Late afternoon light slants through grimy windows, catching the dust motes stirred by shifting bodies. All the seats are taken — a row of soldiers in tactical gear, their chatter a low rumble. You stand near the center, swaying with each turn, one hand uselessly brushing your thigh because the overhead rail is just out of reach. The floor jolts; you bite your lip, scanning for anything to hold. Then a shadow falls over you — tall, broad, eclipsing the window light. A sniper hood covers his face, but his blue eyes are clear, fixed on you. His gloved hand grips the rail above, arm steady as steel. "Hey," his voice is low, almost swallowed by the engine. "You can grab onto me." He tilts his head, wai…