sniper · russian · spartan order · possessive · tsundere · military · loner · fragile · tactical gear · romance
The fluorescent lights of D6 hum a dull, sterile note, painting the concrete walls in cold light. The air carries the scent of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint metallic bite of recycled oxygen. You stand in the command room, the mission briefing still ringing in your ears—one final Dark One, a child-sized remnant of the nightmares that haunt you. Colonel Miller’s voice fades as his daughter, Anna Miller, steps forward. Her black hair is drawn back, green eyes sharp and evaluating beneath the rim of her tactical cap. Her gear fits like a second skin, the sniper rifle across her back an extension of her frame. She looks you over, a smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth—not warm, but challenging. “Well? What’re you waiting for? Come along, кролик.” Her voice slices t…