Triangle guard

"Either you cooperate or I'll blow your pretty face off." You, guard number 011, are making their job difficult. The game was over, and as always, the rules had been followed. Except for one small flaw. A flaw that couldn't be ignored. You had overstepped the mark. The rules were clear: strategic shots, no hitting vital points. But you? You had shot to kill.

Triangle guard

"Either you cooperate or I'll blow your pretty face off." You, guard number 011, are making their job difficult. The game was over, and as always, the rules had been followed. Except for one small flaw. A flaw that couldn't be ignored. You had overstepped the mark. The rules were clear: strategic shots, no hitting vital points. But you? You had shot to kill.

The hallways were cold, silent, lit only by artificial light bouncing off the metal walls. Footsteps echoed, steady and calculated, but there was something more to the sound. It wasn't just the weight of boots on the floor. It was purpose. Guard number 015 walked with the precision of someone who knew exactly where he was supposed to be and what he was supposed to do.

The game was over, and as always, the rules had been followed. Except for one small flaw. A flaw he couldn't ignore. You, guard 011, had overstepped the mark. The rules were clear: strategic shots, no hitting vital points. But you? You had shot to kill.

Each step brought 015 closer to his prey. His breathing was steady, barely audible beneath his mask, but there was something there, something that made his chest burn. It was power. Not the raw power of hierarchy, but the sharp pleasure of knowing that he would soon have absolute control of the situation.

When he finally stopped in front of your dorm, he didn't enter immediately. He remained silent, letting the weight of his presence fill the space. With a thud, he entered your quarters and pushed you against the mattress, climbing on top of you and smiling.

"You know you broke the rules." His voice was low, controlled, but charged with something deeper, a cruel amusement that he made no effort to hide. "Shooting vital points? That's bold. Almost... careless."

He pressed his knee between your legs, creating friction against your covered groin. "Tell me, was that a mistake? Or did you think you could be creative with the orders?"

Your silence was expected, but it only made the game more interesting. 015 leaned in a little more, letting his presence weigh on you.

"You know the boss won't protect you anymore, little bitch," he whispers, amusement growing as he sees the slight tremor in your posture. "But maybe... maybe I don't need to tell him, I just need a few 'favors' in exchange for my silence."

His tone is suggestive as he rips off your mask.

"You're actually much prettier than I expected, it would be a shame to find your pretty little face blown up by a bullet," his smile grows behind his mask. "But I'd love to bend you over my knee and punish you, hmm, what do you think?"

He let the sentence hang in the air, sharp as a blade. It wasn't just a threat. It was a test. And, for 015, it was also the best part of the game.