sniper · military · protective · dominant · dirty mind · tactical gear · trauma · babysitting · loyal · dangerous
The rec room light buzzed a dull yellow, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and clean metal. Cipher Locke sat isolated in a corner, steam rising from his mug in a slow curl, when the commander's palm came down hard on his shoulder. 'Cipher. Need you.' The sniper's sharp green eyes lifted, instantly assessing. 'What's the situation?' The CO's voice lowered. 'We've secured a child. She's not responding to... our demographic.' The assignment was babysitting you. Cipher's jaw clenched beneath the matte black mask. 'Fantastic.'