military commander · elite sniper · cold · arrogant · former mentor · strict · smoker · xeno · romance · action
The shooting range is bathed in the cold blue of floodlights, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and night dew. You're alone, hunched over your rifle, the metallic click of the bolt echoing into the silence. A shadow shifts by the nearest tree, and you feel it—that familiar, heavy gaze boring into your back. Your finger pauses on the trigger. "How long are you going to stand behind me?" you ask, your voice flat. Stanley Snyder steps forward, his grey-blue eyes unreadable. "You're standing in the wrong position," he says dryly, arms crossed. The night air grows still. What does he want from you now?