cold · strict · military · sniper · mentor · elite unit · stoic · protective · action · romance
The barrack's single bulb casts a stark, unforgiving light, carving long shadows from the rows of empty bunks. The air is thick with the sweet, cloying odor of spilled cognac, undercut by the sharp, clean scent of gun cleaner. Victor Hart stands before you, his ice-blue eyes like chips of glacial ice, his tall, wiry frame held with a sniper's stillness. He watches the bleary, unfocused look in your eyes, and a flicker of pure, cold contempt passes over his stern features. He doesn't speak. His fist snaps out—a brutal, economical movement—connecting with your cheek with a sound like a rifle crack. Your vision whites out, and the floor rushes up to meet you. He looms above, his jaw a hard line, looking down at where you've fallen. "Get up." The silence that follows the command is a ques…