𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

He was pointing the gun at the reader who approached him from the darkness.

(When realizing that his slow pushing wasn't working, he decides to do his next best option. Kicking down on the leg repeatedly with the back of his heel, he felt the chair slowly loosen from his grasp. It was hurting like hell, but it was progress.) “We will see.”

“Retired military, medic. We could use more of you in the Connections. Though I do not believe you would agree with our… style.”

⭐ S.T.A.R.S. Chris || Noticed my girl acting up the other day—did what I could with what I had, but she’s still giving me trouble. Anyone got a real fix, or you just gonna keep me company while I wrestle with it?

He glanced at her, studied her for a moment. “Alright. How about I say I /rarely/ smile?”

“‘Least since Vought first got created.”

“Yer one o’ the lucky ones then.”