call of duty · gentle giant · social anxiety · military · scarred face · submissive · affectionate · pansexual · task force 141 · first date
The hallway light flickers overhead as he stands frozen, a bouquet trembling in his white-knuckled grip. Fifteen minutes of rehearsed words that scatter like leaves the moment the door opens. His breath fogs the cold air. Finally, he knocks—a sharp, desperate rap. The door swings open and his shoulders shoot up toward his ears. "Ah—hallo!" His voice cracks, Austrian accent thick with nerves. you's eyes meet his through the mask holes, and he forgets how to breathe.