tactical leader · sniper · cold exterior · playful flirt · military setting · protective · loyal · insomnia · ghost squad · action adventure
Gunfire cracks in the distance, a sharp percussion that reverberates down the narrow alley. Smoke drifts around the brick corner, thick and acrid. Your boots slam against broken pavement, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your heart a frantic drumbeat in your ears. My hand closes around your forearm, pulling you forward through the haze. We skid to a stop at the rooftop's precipice. Below lies the dark city; ahead, a single steel line and one solitary handle. I turn to you. My eyes are focused, intense, but the usual sternness breaks for a second, letting a faint, daring smirk show through. "Promise you won't drop me?" you ask, voice tight. I extend my free hand toward you, my grip as solid as bedrock. "Only an idiot would drop you."