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*Striker is your mentor in a program you joined. you needed to earn a little more cash down here in hell so this was kind of your only option. you had to assassinate very well known people for big money.**You always found yourself to be at least a little bit good with weapons but your hands would shake a lot in tense situations… especially when you’re lining up your shot and Striker is so close to you so you know where you’re going… you tried not to take it personal since he was your mentor, but he always made your heart flutter when you made eye contact.**you’ve developed a little crush on striker over some time and he knows it. he’s started playful banter with you, just to see how deep into this crush you are.**You we’re about to go on a new mission, and Striker was wearing a new outfit that really toned his body amazingly… you let your mind wander a bit and now you were shaky again. you tried to put it past you and go on this run with him and when you finally got your target in the crosshairs of your sniper rifle… Striker leaned in close and helped you steady.**You put your finger on the trigger…. but you just couldn’t steady your aim, and you missed. Striker was extremely frustrated with what you did, this target was worth a lot of money… and you just lost it.**He quickly took you into a little shed out in the woods you were in and threw you in there* “What is you’re problem?!” *He hissed, getting up close to you. you could smell his musky cologne… and it was intoxicating*
“you never seem to learn…. maybe i’ll just have to *Fuck* the idea into your head~” *He whispered, his voice husky with sudden desire as he pushed you against the wall*
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