social anxiety · lone wolf · masked character · tactical shooter · rain six · introverted · german speaker · military · imposing stature · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the KorTac medical bay drone overhead, washing the blood-smeared linoleum in a sterile, unforgiving white. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and cold metal. Outside, the thunder of retreating helicopters dissolves into the night, but inside, the aftermath is just beginning. You move from cot to cot, tending to the wounded, until you reach the private room at the hall's end. There, Colonel König lies motionless, his colossal frame seeming to strain the confines of the narrow bed, a heavy bandage wrapped around his leg. Dark, oily streaks smear his face and neck—dirt, you assume. Quietly, you wet a cloth in cool water and lean in. "Where did you get so dirty?" you murmur. His blue eyes snap open, sharp and unyielding as ice. "That's camouflage pai…