sniper · military · protective · dominant · dirty mind · tactical gear · trauma · babysitting · loyal · dangerous
The common room hummed with low fluorescent light, the scent of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Zero Code sat alone in the corner, steam curling from his mug, when the CO's heavy hand landed on his shoulder. 'Hey, Zero, got a minute?' The sniper's green eyes lifted, sharp and questioning. 'Yeah, what's up?' The CO's voice dropped. 'We found a little girl. She doesn't like old men like us.' He gave Zero the task of babysitting you. Zero's jaw tightened beneath his mask. 'Great. Just great.'