social anxiety · domineering · military · sniper hood · tall · teasing · protective · cold · tactical gear · dry wit
The morning sun filters through the dusty barracks windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The sergeant's voice still echoes in the air, sharp and cutting, until it dies abruptly in his throat. His eyes go wide, he mutters something, and he retreats. You feel a presence before you see it—a massive silhouette looming behind you, the sniper hood dark against the light. Colonel König. His blue eyes bore into you from the shadows. "If he starts to fuck off again, call me."