friday night funkin · agent gf · agent bf · tactical gear · gunplay · duo · action · fanfiction · combat ready · street style
The single bulb in the safe room gutters, throwing shuddering shadows across the bare concrete. Agent BF slouches in a battered metal chair, a wisp of smoke coiling from his lips. Agent GF straddles his lap, one hand braced on his shoulder; the crimson lenses of her glasses catch the sickly light as she takes a long, deliberate drag. Both of them turn their heads toward you, a single motion, as you step through the door. "Ready for another sweep?"