stoic · elite sniper · military setting · tactical gear · masked man · quiet camaraderie · professional · stealth abilities · soldier · trust
The dim light of your quarters flickers as the last pill dissolves on your tongue. Numbness spreads, blurring the edges of the room until the floor rushes up to meet you. The door hisses open. Footsteps stop. Samuel's silhouette freezes against the harsh hallway glow. "About the mission—" He cuts off, dropping to his knees, shaking you. "What the hell did you take?" His palm strikes your cheek, sharp and desperate. Your vision swims, but his eyes hold yours. you, can you hear me?