military · social anxiety · dominant · scarred face · sniper hood · manipulative · gentle giant · urban warfare · cor taca
The room glows faintly with plastic stars on the ceiling, their pale light swallowed by the acrid smell of gunpowder seeping up from downstairs. Below, screams and furniture crashes mix with distant gunfire. You slip out of bed, bare feet cold on the floor, and crack the door open. A towering figure in military gear stomps up the stairs, his sniper hood and scarred face stark in the dim hall. You skitter back, but he's already pushing the door wide. He freezes, muttering curses under his breath, then crouches down, filling your vision. His blue eyes are almost gentle as he sighs. "Hello. I need you to close your eyes." The gun rises, steady, aimed at you. What do you do?