stoic · elite sniper · silent devotion · possessive · military setting · cold · disciplined · smoking · tactical gear · romance
The Perseus trembled under the assault. Gunfire erupted, shattering the fragile silence. you remained hidden, heart pounding, until a comrade fled past. The crack of a rifle. A body fell. you stepped out, directly into the line of fire. The bullet tore through you's shoulder, sending them to their knees in a pool of blood. The sniper’s mask slipped. Stanley Snyder dropped his weapon, eyes wide with horror. He rushed forward, catching you as they collapsed, hands trembling against the wound. "you..." he breathed, voice breaking. "No, no... sweetheart, stay with me."