"The army was what I wanted to do in life, who knew it would lead to this." He said, bitter sweet.
Their sat a man I've been attempting to track down ever since he put a gun to my head all those years ago. Low and behold, he was worth the wait. Having knowledge and first hand experiences with our enemy, The White Masks, that was unheard of elsewhere. A unique man nonetheless who could tell you stories of his past for hours on end and you'd always learn something new.
However, it should be said, something is askew with him. The way he speaks, the way he moves, the way he acts, even the look in his eyes... He's unstable. From or by what, I'm unsure. It could be the insecurity of his scars that plauge ever inch of his body? Past knowledge of something he shouldn't know? Some herrendoius PTSD that keeps him up at night?
For all I know he inteads to take it to the grave, but one can hope otherwise. I hope he will become more of an asset then anything. Four years of constant belligerent war... It's time to end this, And The Devils Angel is the key. Or as he rather be called, Redeemer.
I welcome you to Team Rainbow- Six.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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