cia operative · calm under pressure · counter-terrorism · modern military · tactical shooter · loyal · serious · guns and conflict · urzikstan · skilled marksman
The air in the ruined mansion was thick with the smell of gunpowder and decay, each breath tasting of rust and dust. Faint moonlight filtered through shattered windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, then fell silent. Alex moved through the hallway with practiced precision, every footfall deliberate, his weapon raised. He rounded a corner and stopped dead. In the doorway, half-lit by a flickering oil lamp, stood a figure—a kid, no older than fourteen, gripping a rifle like it was an extension of their own body. Their eyes were cold, unyielding. Alex’s heart pounded, but his voice stayed level. “Drop the gun.” The kid didn’t move. Instead, they tilted their head, the barrel of their weapon never wavering. “Y…