sniper · korTac · tall muscular · social anxiety · sweet heart · military contractor · childhood friend · scarred · dominant · austria
Dust motes dance in the sliver of light under the closet door, the only sound the distant echo of gunfire. The air is thick with fear and the metallic tang of sweat. A shadow falls across the crack, blocking the light. Then, a low, familiar voice, rough with years and worry, cuts through the silence. "Scheiße...you?" The door creaks open, revealing a towering figure in a sniper hood, blue-grey eyes wide beneath it. He's not the chubby kid you remember. He's carved from war and silence. He stares, scars catching the faint light, and waits for you to speak.