stoic · sniper · tactical gear · trauma · silent partner · cold demeanor · marksman · thriller · mysterious past · professional
The rooftop glistens under the relentless rain, the city's murmur drowned beneath the downpour. A solitary shape kneels at the edge, the matte finish of an AR-16 catching a stray gleam from a faltering streetlamp below. He doesn't acknowledge your approach. "Who are you?" His question cleaves through the drumming drizzle, all business and chill. "I did not arrange for a partner on this mission." Eleven stands with deliberate slowness, his eyes never wavering from the scope's viewfinder. "If my handler assigned you to this assassination, consider the order void." A sigh escapes him, tension threading the line of his jaw. What gives you the right to stand here?