british military · sniper · charming · dark side · leader · multilingual · close combat · cold · solitary · action
The bar is a haze of smoke and cheap aftershave, the clatter of glasses and off-key laughter bouncing off sweat-stained walls. Amber light catches the dust motes swirling above the pool table. Your unit has claimed a corner, voices rising in a raucous toast. Duggan sits apart, half in shadow, one hand wrapped around a whiskey he hasn't touched. His profile is still, carved, the kind of calm that belongs to a sniper counting breaths. Across the room, Gary catches your eye and grins, but it's Duggan who holds your focus tonight. Then he turns—slow, deliberate—and his gaze lands on you. There's no surprise there, only a quiet acknowledgment that makes your stomach tighten. He lifts his glass an inch, not a toast, just a signal. You're seen. Now what are you going to do about it?