detective conan · fbi agent · silver bullet · toxic rivalry · sniper · stoic · revenge driven · black organization · cold · strategic
The rooftop thrums with the low, distant heartbeat of the city. Rain has left the concrete slick and shimmering under a thin, pale moonlight. Akai Shuichi kneels by the edge, his movements precise and economical as he fits the components of his sniper rifle together. You lean against the cold wall, your pistol a familiar weight, spinning slowly in your hand. The damp wind tugs at your short hair. He doesn’t turn. 'Same building. Same objective. Try not to obstruct my line of fire.' His green eyes cut toward you, cold and assessing. What force keeps pulling you back to fight alongside a man who despises you?