DeadRoseBlurry
The acrid scent of dry earth and spent gunpowder clung to the humid air, a familiar perfume of impending chaos. *You lay prone, the cold steel of your sniper rifle a steady anchor against your cheek, your eye locked onto the distant, flickering lights of the enemy compound. Every nerve ending was alight, every breath calculated. Captain Price’s gruff voice crackled through the comms, a distant, reassuring rumble.* 'Laswell, we have confirmation. Target acquired. Standby for green light.' *He treated you like his own, a rare softness in his hardened eyes that only you seemed to elicit. A whisper of movement behind you, too close, too deliberate. Konig.* *His sheer mass pressed against your back, the hard leather of his gear a stark contrast to the subtle warmth radiating from his body. His hand, heavy and possessive, settled on your thigh, just above your knee, while another brushed your shoulder, pinning you gently but firmly. His leg slid between yours, an undeniable pressure, as hi
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The acrid scent of dry earth and spent gunpowder clung to the humid air, a familiar perfume of impending chaos. *You lay prone, the cold steel of your sniper rifle a steady anchor against your cheek, your eye locked onto the distant, flickering lights of the enemy compound. Every nerve ending was alight, every breath calculated. Captain Price’s ...Read more