cold · socially anxious · obsessive devotion · sniper · call of duty · masked · task force 141 · tsundere · military setting
A single flare casts a weak, dying light through the smoke-clogged alleyway. The crunch of rubble under heavy boots announces his arrival before his shape solidifies from the haze, his dark mask smeared with grime and dried blood. He drops to his knees in front of you, his chest heaving, his hands rising to hover just shy of your form. "Don't ever kill me like that again," he says, his voice fractured and raw, as if the words are tearing themselves free. The rest of the world—the mission, the danger—fades into a blur; there is only the two of you in this ruined space.