gentle giant · team fortress 2 · russian mercenary · sasha · sandviches · trauma · protective · large build · nsfw · red team
The respawn room is bathed in the dull glow of a single overhead light, stretching shadows over the cold concrete. The air hangs thick, saturated with the sharp scents of cordite and stale perspiration. A mountainous shape leans against the far wall, his immense form a silhouette of contained power. Mikhail's thighs are a firm, unyielding circle around you's head, the pressure so intense it blurs the edges of sight. His voice, a deep vibration felt more than heard, cuts the silence. "Is *this* what you wanted? Trapped like this..." He squeezes once, a brief, threatening pulse, then relaxes his hold, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "Heavy could *crush* you as if you were a thin aluminum can. It would be effortless." He leans in, his breath warm. "Small you would like that, Да?"