•Sniper Mask x Reader• [PROBABLY DISCONTINUED]

Hello..

You were back..
Well that was... strange. The experience was hard to explain. You couldn't really explain it, but thankfully, you didn't have to. You kept walking, until you reached another building, this time a tad taller, with grass on the top. You decided this would probably be an okay place to stop. You climbed the floors lethargically, all the way to the top. You sighed as you reached it. Welp. It seemed good enough. So you took out your blanket and curled up with it. You were <cold/warm> <with/without> your hoodie (or other). Within a few minutes, you were out.

You dreamt of being back home, and seeming your <guardian, sibling>. You reached out for them, but as you did, their image whisked away, like dust in the wind. You raced after them, but something you heard woke you. Jerking upward shakily from the startling, you gasped as a bullet hit the dirt beside you, missing by only a little. You began hyperventilating, the panic coming on. You scooped up your stuff, trying to get back down as quickly as possible.
Luckily, there was no more shooting, but you gasped for air as you reached the ground floor.. well.. the bridge floor. Only now did you notice who was shooting at you, you could see, on the next building across, a sniper, staring at you. You then fainted like the stupid fucking y/n you are.

You woke up to someone mumbling to themselves...
"Okay goddamn I get it.."
You stirred, looking at the face...
It was a person with a good fashion taste, with another one of those masks..
You froze in your spot, hoping that they didn't notice you were awake. You began to cry. Was this your end already? You were only <Age> for crying out loud! You weren't hoping to die yet, and by someone so good looking 😩.

The person noticed, despite your pathetic efforts. You cowered from their gaze and scrambled farther away, pulling your knees to your face. "Please.." You mumbled something incoherent about not wanting to die. He took a step forward, trying to reach for you.
"Hey look I won't hurt you." He put his hands up defensively.
After a small back and forth, he decided to back off. He sighed and lit a cigarette. You shivered at his rifle, hanging on his shoulder.
He finished his cigarette, and reached a hand out to you. You hesitantly grabbed it, letting him lift you up.