bulletproof [riot×tank]
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Ongoing, First published Jun 16, 2020
Two men sent by the same organization: Anonymous.
Their mission: to fight for justice.
They don't know each other till one day they join the same protest.
The media gave them names: Riot and Tank.
They fight side by side when the military and police gets more brutal and brutal. 
An unexpected friendship, probably more, starts to rise which gets even stronger when two new mysterious guys appear: Scorpion and Faceless.
Do they work for the same goal or are they spies?
And what happens if one of them gets caught? Will Anonymous help them?

°fluff
°bad language 
°sad / trigger warning 
°a lil smut 

bulletproof
/ˈbʊlɪtpruːf/
adjective
designed to resist the penetration of bullets.
"a bulletproof vest"

» "Say this again" he said with an even deeper voice than usual. I was surprised that this was possible.
I couldn't look him in the eyes and kept staring at the floor.
Suddenly he put his arm on my chest and quickly pressed me against the wall. I flinched and tried to slap his arm away which was... Like a really stupid move but at least I tried. 
"What the-"
"Say. It. Again." He sounded threatening and so much different than usual.
"Hey! Look at me, Riot!" He yelled at me. I got goose bumps and slowly raised my head to look him in the eyes. « (chapter 9)

»i'm a mess, i'm a loser 
  i'm a hater, i'm user
  i'm a mess for your love, it ain't new
  i obsessed, i'm embarrassed
  i don't trust no one around us
  i'm a mess for your love, it ain't new«

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