Tachanka was fairly amused when Fuze told him they had a little micro running around the base desperately trying to stay out of the way of their massive boots; though apparently enjoying his position as well. Tachanka couldn’t quite help but laugh at the notion, some little weirdo fawning over his feet. He couldn’t help but imagine the awe he must instill in the little fellow just passing him by without notice.

Though this notion would never quite be at the forefront of his mind until one evening when he spotted peculiar motion under his bunk.

“Ah! There you are, little man.” The operative called out as he bent down, scooping the little guy roughly off the floor. “I was wondering when I’d get the chance to look at you.” He said bringing the human past his bare chest and closer to his obscured face.

One finger pressed atop Markus’ head, ruffling his hair and straining his neck as the enormous Russian tested just how much strength he could apply.

“They say some you have a thing for feet, right?” Tachanka spoke as somewhere below the tiny would hear heavy boots thunking against the floor. “Some call me their Lord and Savior you know.” The giant rested one foot over the other. “Wanna be the lord’s little plaything tonight?” The operative didn’t bother waiting for a response from the micro though; instead he simply shoved Markus into his foot, sliding the tiny along the weathered fabric of the sock until the little thing's head ended up right under Tachanka’s toes, surrounded by the thick warm musk of his foot.

“Hope you don’t mind the smell so much. Wore these socks for a few days now. But they say you like this sort of thing so… Knock yourself out, little thing. Tachanka’s gonna take good care of you.”
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