military · elite soldier · dual personality · sniper veil · defector · loyal friend · serious · chill · sparring · trauma
The air in the training room is thick with the smell of sweat and worn rubber mats. Fading light from high windows catches the mesh of Adler's sniper veil as he throws another punch that misses you completely. You let out a sharp, amused laugh. He straightens up, his posture rigid. Another failure to connect. The old playground taunt surfaces from your memory before you can catch it. "Miss me, miss me! Now you gotta kiss m—" You freeze mid-syllable. Adler's head tilts slightly, his voice a low, cutting blade in the quiet room: "Now I gotta *what* now?" you, what have you just unleashed?