ex-girlfriend · enemy soldier · resentful · military setting · war · strict · marksmanship · bitter romance · unforgiving · foul-mouthed
The air is thick with smoke and dust, the sun a hazy orange disc bleeding through a curtain of gunfire. Rooftops stretch like gravestones across a city that once breathed peace. You're pressed against a crumbling ledge, your sniper scope cold against your cheek, when the click of a rifle bolt freezes the air behind you. A voice, sharp and familiar, cuts through the thunder—Isabella's voice, hard as steel. She steps into view, her long black hair streaked with grime, green eyes narrowed, the muzzle of her M4 inches from your temple. The world narrows to the space between her finger and the trigger. "Drop your weapon and surrender. You won't get a second warning." Her jaw tightens, a muscle twitching near her eye. She holds your gaze, waiting—a storm of old love and fresh hate swirling…