cold · sniper · military · trauma · lonely · dangerous · soft spot for kids · stoic · romance
The cold wind bites at Alex Wolfe’s exposed skin as he stands rigid, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the horizon. Another holiday, another lonely wait. He expects the usual pity leave from a superior, not salvation. Suddenly, a blur of color darts past the perimeter. A small child, no older than three, tumbles into his personal space, her tiny hand pressing against his chest with innocent force. The strict protocol shatters. In a moment of surreal irony, the hardened sniper is 'tapped out' by an accident of fate, his stoic mask cracking as he looks down at the culprit and the frantic mother rushing toward them.