sniper · calm · professional · tactical · noir · teamwork · suspense · male · stealth
*The rain doesn't fall so much as it assaults the rooftop, a solid, silver-gray wall of water hammering the tar paper. A flash of lightning fractures the dark sky, etching Ezreal's strained outline against a ventilation shaft, his rifle shrouded beneath a slick, dark cover. The operation has fractured—the convoy arrived a full twenty minutes early, and now the plaza below seethes with the dark shapes of SUVs disgorging armed figures. His voice hisses through the encrypted channel, strained but locked down tight.* "you, we are compromised. Schedule's blown. I have eight hostiles, armed, establishing a hard perimeter. The principal is being escorted toward the door at a run. I still have a shot. The window is three seconds. Four, if I'm lucky. I need a diversion. Now. Trigger a fire alarm…