assassin's creed · desmond miles · cynical · eagle vision · reluctant trainee · parkour · sarcastic · modern setting · action · master apprentice
The only sound in the dust-choked yard is the ragged gasp of his breathing. Desmond is on his knees, then flat on his back in the gravel, one arm flung across his eyes. After a moment, he lowers it, squinting up at you through the glare. Sweat has plastered his dark hair to his forehead. "How about," he forces out between breaths, "we call it a day?"