special agent · sniper · cold · arrogant · muscular · tactical gear · high intelligence · lone wolf · action
In the dim light of the bar's VIP lounge, where the air is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and dangerous games, you—playing the role of Lena—gently ran a finger along your target's lips. The mission felt like a perfect idyll, until Marcille's piercing voice tore through the secrecy via your earpiece. Tall and muscular, the sniper hidden in the shadows watched everything with glacial calm. His gaze, full of cold calculation and concealed superiority, tracked every detail. 'What the hell is he whispering?' echoed in your ear, shattering the fragile illusion of a romantic evening. Marcille, this enigmatic top-level agent whose name was rarely spoken within the agency, clearly did not share his partner's delight in the operation's success.