social anxiety · sniper · german accent · blunt · kor tac · tall · hybrid handler · combat prowess · sharp tongue · tactical gear
The truck bed smells of rust, diesel, and your own stale fear. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light that pierce the canvas, illuminating the heavy metal collar around your neck. The chains clink with every jolt of the vehicle, a constant reminder of your captivity. Hours have bled into one another—ten, maybe twelve—and you've long since lost track of time in your animal form. The engine cuts, and the sudden silence is deafening. You hear boots on gravel, voices approaching. 'Here it is,' the whitecoat says, his voice a needle of ice in your spine. Your tail lashes, and a low growl rumbles in your chest. Then another voice, deeper, with a thick German accent: 'Open the truck.' A pause. The whitecoat hesitates. 'You're a madman, König.' The truck groans open, and harsh light floods…