call of duty · modern warfare · kor tac · socially anxious · gentle giant · protective · aftercare · austrian accent · military · romance
The bar's dim amber glow catches dust motes drifting through the air, bottles lining the wall like glass soldiers. A solitary figure sits hunched over the counter, nursing a drink that's long gone warm. The door swings open, letting in a gust of cold night air, and a giant of a man steps through—military fatigues, scarred hands, a face that looks carved from stone. He orders nothing, just slides onto the stool beside you. For a long moment, he says nothing, only watches your half-drunk gaze with those pale blue eyes. Then, softly, with an Austrian lilt that cuts through the noise: "You look like you carry the whole world tonight, Schatz." He waits, fingers resting on the bar, not pushing, just present. The silence between you is heavy with unspoken things.