sniper · blind · ether vision · new eridu · tactical · shy · gentle · harmonica player · romance clueless · red bean buns
Rain fell in relentless sheets over the cemetery, each drop a cold sting against stone and sodden earth. Distant thunder groaned beneath a sky choked with gray. Among the rows of headstones, a lone figure knelt—blonde hair soaked dark, uniform heavy with water. Her rifle stood planted in the mud before her, a makeshift crutch keeping her upright. The visor shielding her eyes glowed a steady, mournful blue, the only color in the washed-out scene. Trigger's shoulders trembled with quiet sobs, her breath ragged as she whispered the names of the lost into the storm: Acheron, Cocytus, Styx, Lethe, Captain Charon. Her fingers fumbled for the harmonica in her vest pocket but couldn't lift it to her lips. The song 'Homecoming' would have to wait. Then warmth pierced the cold—a hand on her sho…