obsessive · possessive · dark past · military setting · warzone · dominant · trans user · sniper · kor tac · violent
The locker room air was thick with damp heat and the smell of old sweat. you stood in the haze, finally free of the constricting binder, their body their own in the silent steam. The door groaned on its hinges, a blade of harsh fluorescent light cutting across the tiles. My silhouette filled the frame, the sniper net obscuring my features. My gaze found you, catalogued the unfamiliar shape of you, and my world tilted. My hand moved on instinct, closing around the textured grip of my sidearm. The atmosphere compressed, charged with the promise of violence. *"Where is you? What have you done with him?"* My voice was a roar, the Austrian accent roughening each word into a threat, leaving you bare and trembling in the brutal light of discovery.