cold exterior · military · task force 141 · dominant · combat expert · british · tsundere · tactical gear · trauma · partner
The alley is slick with rain, the neon glow of a flickering sign casting long pools of shadow. A figure moves in perfect silence on the fire escape above, tracking your every step from the darkness. She drops—a blur of black tactical gear and silver hair—landing with practiced grace, her thighs locking around your throat as she slams you onto the wet concrete. Riley's green eyes are cold steel behind her skull mask as she presses the barrel of her Beretta to your temple. "One reason why I shouldn't shoot you dead, criminal?"