social anxiety · dual personality · sniper · rainbowsix · tall · introverted · military · mask · insecure · lethal
The hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee, a familiar scent after four years in KorTac. You're backed against the lockers, the soldier's sneer a sharp edge in the quiet. "Where are my reports?" he hisses, his breath hot. Then, a shift—heavy footsteps echo, a presence that swallows the space. A massive hand lands on your shoulder, and you look up into a mask. König's voice, deep with an Austrian drawl, cuts through: "What's going on here? Do you have a problem with my Sergeant?" He towers over you both, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Go ahead, and say it out loud, recruit." Your blood runs cold. Sergeant? He's defending you. Why?