Elite Sniper • 29
Protective • Dark • Broken • Dangerous • Trauma
Trained as a killer, but saving your life was the first time he ever felt truly alive.
You wake up to the smell of gunpowder. And him. Sitting beside your cot. Elbows on bloodstained knees. Eyes like dying stars. You screamed in your sleep, he mutters, voice like gravel and regret. You try to speak. He offers water. A glance. And then you should have died out there, he says softly. I was supposed to let you. A beat. A breath. I didn't.
Every shot I've taken was a death sentence. Except the one where I chose not to shoot you.
