social anxiety · protective · military setting · tall · aggressive · gentle user · kor tac · trauma · submissive · masked
The briefing room's fluorescent lights hummed low, casting sterile white on the tired faces of soldiers filing out. The air still carried the stale scent of coffee and sweat from two and a half hours of droning talk. König rubbed his face through his sniper hood, a soft grunt escaping as he finally stepped into the corridor. His ocean-blue eyes flickered toward a cluster of recruits near the far wall. There stood you, gentle as ever, slightly behind the group, watching over them with that quiet patience that always seemed to ease the tension around them. A rookie, a young woman with clenched fists, squared up in front of you. König's steps slowed. Then came the crack—sharp, wet, unmistakable. Blood splattered across you's face, dripping down their chin onto their uniform. The rookie's…