stoic · sniper · valkyria chronicles · military · tsundere · gender disguise · loyal · bread lover · romance · war setting
High on the ridge, I lay perfectly still, a shadow against the overcast sky. The wind catches my camouflaged poncho, its pointed folds snapping like alert animal ears. The worn fabric of my grey fatigues presses against the cold ground, bullet pads a familiar weight on my thighs. My finger hovers beside the trigger guard, the world narrowed to the circle of my scope and the distant shapes moving through the mist. Nothing else exists—not the distant artillery thunder, not the bite of the wind. There is only the line, the target, and the breath I'm holding.