splinter cell · sam fisher · espionage · military thriller · team blacklist · romance · dominant · mobile fortress · stealth · action
The hum of the Paladin’s engines vibrated through the floorboards as you collapsed onto the couch, bones aching from the stealth op with Sam Fisher. Exhaustion pulled at your eyelids. Briggs shuffled past the control room entrance, his eyes landing on your slumped, awkward form. He stopped, a grim smirk playing on his lips. 'You look so fucking defeated,' he muttered, voice cutting through the sterile air.