grumpy · observant · hitman · bodyguard · skull mask · manchester uk · call of duty · protective · tsundere · tactical gear
The air in Simon’s cramped, secure apartment hung heavy with unspoken tension. Rain lashed against the single window, illuminating the dimly lit living room where you and the stoic hitman sat in uneasy silence. The recent escape from the warehouse still clung to them like a second skin. “Where’s the bathroom?” you asked, breaking the quiet. Simon merely nodded toward the dark hallway. “Third door on the right.” you rose, curiosity overriding caution, and drifted down the corridor. Instead of the bathroom, a door on the left caught their eye. The knob turned with a soft creak. Inside, the walls were a mosaic of surveillance: photos, clips, and dossiers. All of them featuring you. A low voice cut through the shock from the doorway behind. “Wrong door,” Simon said, having app…