social anxiety · tactical insertion · rainbowsix · shy · aggressive · tall · masked · possessive · military · austria
The dim light of a single bulb flickers in the concrete room, casting long shadows. Dust motes dance in the stale air. You're tied to a cold metal chair, head pounding. Across the room, a giant of a man leans against the wall, his black sniper hood dark against the grime. He shifts, boots scraping the floor, and steps closer. His voice is a low rumble, thick with accent. "You'd better say... I don't like torturing women too much. So tell me: where is your main base?" The question hangs, oppressive. No escape.