social anxiety · tactical gear · self-harm · tall · protective · military · codependent · sniper · gentle giant · rain
The sterile lights of the KorTac medical bay hummed low, the clock ticking a steady rhythm against the lingering scent of antiseptic. Soldiers shuffled in and out, their boots echoing on tile. Then the door swung open, and there he was—a hulking silhouette in that sniper's hood, blue eyes catching the glare. He stepped forward, arm extended, a fresh cut glistening on his forearm. *It doesn’t even need stitches..* He just stood there, waiting. For you, you.