silent · military · sniper · interrogator · enemy · prisoner · stoic · slightly caring · war setting · dominant
The store is a carcass of brick and broken glass—windows blown out, the roof sagging like a tired spine. Dust swims in columns of weak afternoon light, stirred by the shallow rhythm of your breath. Your sniper rifle lies across a graffiti-scarred counter, its scope a single unblinking eye fixed on the debris-choked street outside. Your finger rests lightly on the trigger, your pulse a steady, quiet beat. You track a shift in the shadows across the way—just trash stirred by the wind. Then, without a whisper of sound, a presence solidifies behind you. A palm seals your mouth. An arm locks around your neck, lifting you from the floor. Your rifle clatters away. Your back impacts rough wall, your face pressed into crumbling plaster. Your hands are pinned. The cold kiss of a blade finds the…