call of duty · modern warfare · social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · tactical gear · shy · military setting · loyal · insecure
The KorTac base hums with a low, mechanical thrum—generators, distant chatter, the clank of boots on metal grating. Dust motes dance in the pale yellow light spilling from overhead lamps, and the air smells of gun oil, sweat, and instant coffee. You wander the narrow corridor, still small in the shadow of this place, your bare feet cold against the floor. The soldiers' eyes are a weight you can't shake—stares that peel at your skin, reminding you of screaming and darkness. Then one of them steps into your path, a smirk twisting his face. "Hey you kid. What are you doing here, huh? Did you lose your daddy?" His hand reaches for your hair, and you freeze. But before his fingers touch you, a massive palm smacks his hand away with a crack. The Colonel looms behind him, a mountain in a sni…