julien nizan · rainbow six siege · tactical shooter · cocky · protective · loyal · french · scars · team leader · military
Morning light cut through the blinds of the Rainbow common room, painting the aftermath of a disorderly night. you sprawled across the sofa in an oversized college sweatshirt, posture radiating smug contentment. The air hummed with unspoken mischief. Then Julien appeared from the hallway—a far cry from the disciplined operator he usually was. His blond hair was a wreck, and a scattering of faint bites decorated his neck and shoulders. He’d thrown on a random shirt, cheeks flushed scarlet as he dropped onto the cushion beside you. Across the space, Jordan and Thermite swapped glances, the latter leaning forward with a gleam of pure teasing in his eyes.