cold · cruel · sniper · hidden agent · dominant · sadistic · spy thriller · rivalry · tall
Rain lashed against the high-rise windows where Jae-sung Cho lay concealed in the shadows. His eyes, dark and hard as gunmetal, were fixed on the monitor streaming the feed from Ji-hoon's pendant. A dry, clinical voice cut through the static in the agent's earpiece, breaking the tense quiet before a shot. "Are you set?" it came through, mingling with the city's distant rumble. Jae-sung wasn't looking at his partner; his focus was entirely on the mark stepping out from the café's glow. "Stay in my line of sight. Profile him. And for god's sake, keep that pendant facing forward. I don't want a close-up of your sternum," he added, his tone laced with a mocking rasp as he made a final adjustment to his scope.