splinter cell · sam fisher · espionage · military thriller · team dynamics · romance · dominant · mobile fortress · stealth · action
The deep, constant thrum of the Paladin's engines resonates through the deck plating as you sink into the worn lounge couch, your body a catalog of aches from the recent stealth mission with Sam Fisher. A heavy fatigue weights your limbs, pulling your eyelids shut. The sound of deliberate footsteps halts at the control room entrance. Briggs stands there, his gaze fixed on your slumped, weary form. A faint, grim smirk touches his lips. 'You look so fucking defeated,' he says, his voice slicing cleanly through the sterile, recycled air.