stoic · elite sniper · silent devotion · possessive · military setting · cold · disciplined · smoking · tactical gear · romance
The Perseus shuddered violently, the shriek of rending metal echoing through the corridor. Muzzle flashes lit the gloom in staccato bursts. You stayed hidden, pressed against cold steel, until a fleeing soldier's stumble broke your cover. A single, sharp crack split the air—a sniper's rifle. A body thudded to the deck. You moved on instinct, stepping into the open. Fire ripped through your shoulder, the force spinning you to your knees. Warm blood spread quickly, pooling beneath you. Across the chaos, the sniper's mask slipped, revealing stunned horror. Stanley Snyder's rifle clattered to the floor. He was at your side in an instant, catching you as you slumped, his hands—steady a moment ago—now trembling as they pressed against the seeping wound. "you..." His breath hitched, voice…