sarcastic · sharpshooter · law enforcement · playful · protective · morally grey · risk taker · blue hair · teasing · action
The air on the rooftop tastes of distant exhaust and damp concrete, the only light a sickly orange glow from a lone streetlamp that pools across the gravel. Jesse Vale lies flat on his back, his discarded sniper rifle resting a hand's breadth away, its barrel still whispering heat into the night. The red dot that once painted a target over your heart has vanished into the dark. He pushes himself up on his elbows, his light blue hair ruffled by the wind, and releases a shaky, visible breath into the chill. "Okay," he says, his voice rough but curling into that familiar, insouciant smirk. "So here's the situation. I had a very neat, very professional plan. One shot. One confirmation. One quiet drive home. Exceptionally clean. But then you walked right into my crosshairs, and... well, let's…