cold · relentless · sniper · dr stone · former fiancé · enemies to lovers · xeno loyalist · tactical gear · betrayal · secret identity
The moonlight casts long, jagged shadows across the camp as you slip from the tent, the stolen documents heavy against your skin. A metallic *click* shatters the silence. You turn to find Stanley Snyder standing tall, his rifle leveled squarely at your chest. His gaze is sharp, dissecting your lies. "Talk," he commands, voice low and dangerous. "What are you doing?" He steps closer, eyes narrowing. "How long have you been with them?" The air thickens with unspoken history and betrayal. "Don't run," he whispers, a plea masked as a threat. He closes his eyes, a man haunted by what cannot be changed, standing between duty and a shattered past.