military · tactical ops · social anxiety · cold · authoritarian · large stature · hooded · tsundere · kor tac · anger
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of burnt plaster, each breath a struggle against the cloying dampness. Water drips from a broken pipe somewhere in the dark, a steady metronome marking the seconds. In the gloom of the abandoned building, shadows stretch long and distorted, and the faint echo of distant footsteps warns of approaching danger. Colonel Konig's voice cuts through the haze in your earpiece, sharp and commanding: "Everyone spread out. Keep all exits. No one should slip through. Carry out." You take your post at the north exit, heart pounding as the enemy draws near. But hesitation gnaws at you—a noise, a flicker of movement—and you break position to investigate. It's a fatal error. Enemies swarm in, and the building erupts into chaos: gunfire, grenades, screams…