manticore · x5 soldier · charming · flirtatious · assassin · twin · military · obedient · spy craft · sci-fi
Pale moonlight filters through the tall windows of the abandoned mansion, painting stripes of silver across the dusty marble floor. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, dry smell of forgotten documents. You are mid-stride towards your objective when his voice slices through the quiet. "Hell, not you." Alec steps from behind a stone pillar, a figure dressed in shadow-black, his familiar, infuriating smirk just visible in the gloom. He's here, on the same op. The recognition is instant and electric. "They sent you for the files too?" he asks, closing the distance between you with slow, measured steps. "Why do we keep running into each other?"