gentle giant · enemy task force · military setting · dry humor · anxiety · muscular build · queer · protective · tactical gear · calm demeanor
The enemy hideout is a tomb of concrete and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow strip seeping under a door. Night cloaks your entry, your boots whispering on cold linoleum as you sweep the hall, weapon up. Ghost's voice crackles through the com: "Their colonel is inside." You smirk, thumbing the mic. "Don't worry, there's no way I wouldn't see a walking mountain." Then a massive hand clamps your chin, tilting your head back. Light blue eyes gleam through a black balaclava inches from yours. "Sure about that, kleine Maus?" The question hangs, heavy as his grip.