Kapkan finds himself bored enough to interfere with the lives of a tiny city Rainbow Six is supposed to be protecting. And Markus finds himself without a house as the result, though he does not appear to mind.

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Kapkan’s Time Off

Kapkan casually walked through the corridor, looking left and right to see if anyone was paying any attention to him. As a burly man, he tended to blend in with the clusters of soldiers in Rainbow’s base. After waiting for a solid minute for two fresh recruits to finish their conversation in the hallway, he snuck into the mini-society preservation chamber. It was a simple place, several tables in a room with one large, yellow light above. Kapkan winced a bit as he looked at it, its shine at this scale resembling the sun. The tables themselves were segmented into suburbs, little clusters of homes separated onto rectangular plates.

There was a designated circle in the middle of each cluster of houses where supplies were dropped off. Small, less than sanitary specs could be seen scattered all over these. Where normally there would only be carefully packaged, sealed crates of food, there were also hunks of dried cheese, crumbs of pretzels and cookies, all pathetic bits of leftovers from when recruits would come and drop off the little bits they didn’t want to eat. The tiny people often regarded these as treats, little breaks in the monotony of miniaturized MRE’s. Kapkan scoffed at this. If these little things were smart, they would dispose of the crumbs, rather than risk attracting bugs that could easily devour them instead.

Kapkan smiled under his mask, the image of those little people running away from a simple bug was a funny one to him. He mentally played out a fantasy, where he saved the small town from a single ant with the press of a single finger. The thought entertained the operator enough to convince him to pull up a chair and enjoy the view for a moment.


Markus was disturbed by the sound of the chair screeching on the floor, a booming thunder that rumbled through the small town. He looked out a window, just in time to see a shadow get casted over the population, blocking out the sun that was the light above. Markus gasped, seeing the vast leg stretch out over him, out of view from his window.

Kapkan smiled, after making a show of dragging the chair over there. He wondered just how disrupting such a sound would be… In the meantime, his mere foreleg soared over them at the size of a soccer stadium. Markus could see people now walking out of their homes, pointing up and gasping. He was about to join them when he saw the fellow tinies gasp, and make a run for it, seemingly away from him.

Markus didn’t have time to realize what was happening before a loud, splintering crash sounded out above him. He gasped and turned, looking around his home. He was in a small pocket of ceiling that wasn’t caved in. As he looked on, he pondered for a moment at the size of what seemed to be an air duct sticking through the side of his house… before realizing that it was just the metal aglet of a shoe lace.

“Да блять...” An uninterested Russian swear sounded out over Markus, and the house crackled again when the heel of the boot lifted up off the house. It was completely ruined, as easily as the pristine surface of frosting being disrupted by the motion of a single finger. That is what it felt like to Kapkan, who just noticed the destruction. Or seemed to, his tone almost made it seem mocking, like he deliberately just crushed the house; Markus wouldn’t know for sure.

Kapkan looked at the ruined building, nonchalantly wondering if its occupant survived the destruction. His peering eyes remained unchanged when he saw the micro sprawl out of the shattered window frame, making his escape, surprisingly with no injuries.

“Sorry little one… seems that they should build your homes a bit sturdier, huh?” Kapkan didn’t bother really even moving his feet. The idle twist of his heel released another series of loud crackles, and a wing of the house completely collapsed under the force. Markus winced in shock. “I mean, it’s so delicate, a stiff breeze could have done all of this too!”

To cement his point, Kapkan’s foot lowered more, completely engulfing the house under the heel of his boot. Markus shielded his face from splintering debris as the home shattered, compressing under the boot.

“Ah there, I’ve done you a favor. Maybe now they’ll build you little beings someplace sturdier as a replacement.” When the foot came back up, Markus was able to identify the crushed remains of furniture he’d come to love over time, some stuck between the rubbery treads Kapkan’s boot, some falling haphazardly with a crash onto the pile of flattened rubble.

“Then again, you little things don’t exactly warrant living somewhere sturdy enough to withstand that.” Kapkan teased. He seemed to give off a rare chuckle under his mask. Leaning forward, his massive fingers reached out over Markus. The little guy was pushed on both sides by the giant’s skin, the tips of his fingers poking out through the openings of his gloves. “Hmm… I know what to do with you in the meantime.”

Markus, pinned there between those rounded soft mounds, watched from the crevice he was trapped inside, as Kapkan pulled off his boot. He huffed at the sight of the opening, gaping into darkness all the way deep into the sole. Kapkan smirked, and instead set Markus down onto the edge of the table. The grass of the artificial land, replaced with the flat wood of the actual table. Kapkan poised his ankle on the edge, towering a shear wall of blackness over Markus. It was his foot, shrouded in the thick, military sock. Far up in the distance of the skyscraper-sized foot, Markus could make out the contours of the man’s toes, shifting gently in the distance above him.

“I… I think I can tell that you’re enthralled by these, little thing. It’s hard to say since I can’t even make out your face up here.” Kapkan dragged out the words, really driving home the fact that he was savoring this for a moment. He slid the sole down along the side of the table, the rustling sound of fabric being the only audible sound for a moment until the bend of the toes were parallel with Markus’ face. “How about you show me juuust how much you’re into these?”

Markus didn’t let a second pass before he was all over that toe… or rather, have the toe all over him. It was impossible for the little guy to cover such a vast surface area. At the moment, he was enveloped in the soft threads of fabric, feeling the vast dome of the big toe shift along him gently. He moaned, kissing and licking at the surface, not minding the tufts and strings that got into his mouth, instead feeling the musk envelop his meek body.

Kapkan sent quaking chuckles as he watched from the distance. “I would figure that you’d be more hesitant about being near those feet little man. I diiiid just make you homeless with hardly a thought and a few millimeters of movement of my heel.” The toes curled above Markus, shrouding him in shadow as he was trapped in that arch, shifting inwards towards his body. He held his breath, waiting to see if Kapkan would treat him to the same courtesy as he gave to his home. “Hmm, no scurrying, you do seem accepting of your master’s will, no matter how dangerous… Perfect.”


The foot moved away from Markus, and the little man found himself in the fingers once more, stretching out to grab him like a giant claw hand. He wriggled in the grip a he was lowered towards the boot. Then the fingers parted, dropping Markus down into the darkness, and slamming him into the cushioned insole.

Kapkan’s face appeared in the massive tunnel, miles above Markus. He gave the little man a smirk from under his mask. “You’ll live in there for the time being… or maybe you won’t. Then R&D won’t have to spend time making you little things new and improved homes. It’s a win-win, wouldn’t you agree?” Kapkan didn’t bother waiting for a response he couldn’t possibly hear, as the light of the room above was promptly covered by the massive socked foot, inserting itself into the boot.

Markus made a dash for the toe of the boot, running away from the tidal wave of foot flesh and black fabric that threatened to smear him out of existence.

Kapkan inserted his foot into the boot without hesitation or delicacy, just like every other time. He tied the laces with masterful practice, and stood up, gently swiping a hand on the plot of land where Markus’ house once sat, sending the debris to flutter off like sawdust. It scattered onto the floor, blending well with the dirt that was swept up daily. He then walked to his room, smiling at the fun little diversion he had tonight.