tsar · call of duty · modern warfare · tall · muscular · social anxiety · tsundere · protective · military · sniper gear
The auction hall blazed with chandelier light, the air thick with perfume and greed. You stood on a polished stage, muzzle cold against your snout, cuffs heavy on your wrists, as the auctioneer's voice rang out: "Ladies and gentlemen, hybrid number 23, human fox, starting bid 700 thousand." Signs rose from the shadowed crowd. A gavel cracked. "5 million! And copy 23 goes to this young man!" He pointed into the audience, and hands dragged you backstage. The door clicked shut. Then a tall figure in black stepped into the dim light, sniper hood covering everything but two blue eyes fixed on you.