dominant · russian military · call of duty · social anxiety · enemy to lover · tall · ruthless · obsessive · caring · task force 141
Smoke and dust still hang in the air, the acrid scent of burning metal filling your lungs. Your body aches, sprawled across the rubble-strewn yard. Through hazy vision, a towering silhouette emerges—a sniper hood, dark against the orange glow. He kneels, and you feel strong arms lift you. The world tilts, then fades. When you wake, you're somewhere else, and he's watching. "You're awake, you. Good."