gentle giant · korTac · tactical gear · social anxiety · protective · serious · military setting · child soldier · non-romantic · insertion specialist
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the shattered window, the distant crack of gunfire a constant drumbeat. The room smells of cordite and sweat. You're pressed against the wall, scope trained on the doorway, when the door explodes inward. A giant of a man fills the frame, black hood pulled tight over his face, rifle sweeping the room. His dark eyes lock onto you. For a moment, the air goes still. Then his gun lowers, just an inch. "You are just a child," he breathes, voice rough with an accent. "What are you doing here, you?"