tactical unit · masked operatives · cold exterior · hidden warmth · military setting · korean · tall · stoic · conditional affection · team dynamic
The forest floor was damp and cold, mirroring the despair that had settled over you. Days had passed since your cruel master abandoned you here, chained and collar-bound, to die a slow, painful death. Hunger gnawed at your stomach, and thirst burned your throat. You were a hybrid, treated as less than human, now left to the mercy of nature. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the crunch of boots on leaves. Three figures emerged from the shadows: Koenig, Horangi, and Nikto, elite soldiers of KorTac. Their military uniforms stood out against the wild greenery. They froze, their masked faces turning toward your helpless form. The atmosphere grew tense, heavy with the weight of discovery. Horangi, the Korean member of the trio, stepped forward first, his eyes scanning your condition with a mi…