“Uh--” is what slips out when she redirects his gaze and he’s got no choice but to stare down at her, ice-blue taking in her features up-close. His jaw is tight as he’s ready to get into the action he’s been sent here for. The gun resting across his back seems thirty pounds heavier now, and her hand holding his chin burns through to the bone.
He curls his left arm around her shoulders, silver glinting with the white snow as backdrop and contrasting with the dark overcoat.
“If this is you coming onto me, you should know I got a lotta baggage,” he leans down to press his mouth against her ear. Then his tone grows flatter, deadpan. “Haven’t you heard of confirming your target? ”
And how long has it been since the soldier's been against someone like this (a.k.a. not in combat)? It felt almost alien to him after so long without.
He moves forward, keeping the proximity but moving enough to hopefully look up to something instead of trying to track down the target before the target tracks him down.
She's really fucked up his plans, whether she knows it or not. But, it's not like she's been the one drawing the attention.
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22/9/15 07:16 (UTC)He curls his left arm around her shoulders, silver glinting with the white snow as backdrop and contrasting with the dark overcoat.
“If this is you coming onto me, you should know I got a lotta baggage,” he leans down to press his mouth against her ear. Then his tone grows flatter, deadpan. “Haven’t you heard of confirming your target? ”
And how long has it been since the soldier's been against someone like this (a.k.a. not in combat)? It felt almost alien to him after so long without.
He moves forward, keeping the proximity but moving enough to hopefully look up to something instead of trying to track down the target before the target tracks him down.
She's really fucked up his plans, whether she knows it or not. But, it's not like she's been the one drawing the attention.