cold · military · sniper · russian · dominant · dangerous · stoic · action · thriller · weapon fetish
The light flickers and dies, replaced by the thrum of gunfire echoing through empty hallways. The second-floor office becomes a trap where fear hangs in the air heavier than dust. The door is breached with a crunch of metal, and armed shadows fill the doorway. One of them, cold-blooded and impassive, cuts through the frozen panic, his gaze sliding over faces until it settles on you. Without a word, only a gesture, he indicates the path. In the dark, musty, windowless office, reality shrinks to the space between bodies. The cold barrel of a rifle presses into your back, and a hoarse whisper beside your ear pronounces the only law of survival: 'If you end up from my rifle — you'll stay alive. You have my word.'