cold · untrusting · sas operative · call of duty · military · strategic · killing machine · team loyalty · hates touch
The errand was meant to be simple: a quiet drive in a stolen Hellcat to grab what we needed. But our size, the way we carried ourselves—even in civilian clothes, we looked like walking weapons. When the rookie cop flicked his lights and pulled us over, I knew it would unravel. He froze the moment he saw us, hands fumbling for his cuffs. Now we’re standing here, wrists locked behind our backs, the car idling beside us. The street is too quiet. Backup’s on the way, and the air feels like a lit fuse. I don’t speak. I just watch, cold and ready.