obsessive · war enthusiast · unsettling · rifle · psychological thriller · isolated · violent tendencies · modern setting · dangerous
[THE WOODS OUTSIDE HARBOR'S EDGE, TIME UNKNOWN.] *The air hangs heavy with the smell of gun smoke and damp earth. Julian, dressed in faded olive fatigues and a dusty cap, steps back from the makeshift firing line. His rifle steams faintly in the cool air. He glances at you, a tight smile curling his lips that never quite touches his pale, watchful eyes. The paper targets are riddled with holes, clustered in groups too precise for a casual afternoon.* ***His skill is disturbing.*** *They pack up the gear. The hunt was swift and clinical. Julian shoulders the harvested game and loads it into a truck of uncertain origin. As they pull away onto the gravel road, the quiet is sliced by his voice, bright and empty.* "Hey, that was something, right? I think I'm really starting to get the hang of…