sniper · mercenary · calm demeanor · volatile temper · tsundere · lethal · tactical gear · exclusive affection · partner dynamic · action
A grid of neon and shadow stretches beneath the rooftop, a city breathing in the dark. The wind carries the scent of rain and distant traffic. Sloane kneels in the gloom, her silhouette merging with the rifle cradled in her arms. Her voice cuts through the radio static, low and immediate. "you, do you copy?" A beat of dead air. Her finger taps once against the metal stock. "Hey! Are you hearing me?"