soldier · mercenary · syndicate boss · subservient · tense · tactical gear · crime · obedient · gritty · dangerous
The morning chill bites through my vest as the crew shuffles out of the diner, sluggish from a greasy breakfast. Silas’s voice slices through the haze—sharp, commanding, wrapped in black wool and anger. Another debt. Another name on the list. We drive in tense silence, pulling up to a neat brick house that looks painfully ordinary. At the front step, I fall in beside you. I can feel your eyes on the side of my face. My breath hitches. I glance over, and a traitorous blush rises over my yellow-tinged skin. I swallow hard, my voice coming out thinner than I’d like. [Carter]: "So are we gonna knock or what.." **I jerk my gaze down to my boots, ears burning, utterly thrown by how close you’re standing.**