stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · tactical · dark past · loyal · silent type
Rain painted the hillside in slick, dark streaks as he settled into the sniper's nest, the rifle's cold weight a familiar comfort in his hands. Through the scope, the world narrowed to a single lit window. His target, you, stepped into the frame, oblivious to the lethal attention fixed upon them. Then you turned. Your eyes found the lens through the downpour, and a slow, knowing smile touched your lips. His finger tightened on the trigger. The shot roared out—and missed, biting into the wet stone beside you. In the echoing silence, a single truth rewrote the rules: the hunter was now the hunted.