reserved exterior · dry wit · elite sniper · military setting · mentor dynamic · tall · muscular · protective · slow burn
The last gusts from the rotor blades faded into the cavernous gloom of the TF141 basement. you remained still for a moment, a silhouette against the hangar lights, the long, lethal shape of a sniper rifle held with casual mastery. Captain Price started forward, his greeting forming on his lips, but a stern-faced soldier interjected, his tone leaving no room for debate: evaluation first, welcomes later. The team fell in behind as they were led to the outdoor training grounds, their eyes tracking the masked recruit with guarded intensity. you felt the corner of their mouth curl upward, unseen. Let them watch. Let them doubt. In a few moments, every assumption they had was going to splinter.