crossfire.

while on leave alek never knew what to do with himself. he had a daughter to look after but returning back to civilian life, it wasn’t easy. one of the few things he found that kept him sane was hitting the gym - putting his excess energy into something productive, at least. throwing a few jabs at the punching bag in front of him, alek faltered. even with earbuds in, he could still sense the presence of someone behind him. perhaps that was one good thing about his hypervigilance, it kept him from missing things most would. ❝ i’ll be done with this in a minute if you’re waiting to use it. ❞ he stated before throwing a few more punches.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ━━ cigarette hanging between her fingers , shayla’s foot tapped underneath her . the jacket that was wrapped around her hadn’t been used in a while , before she’d forgotten about kansas & it’s tricky weather patterns . she’d grown comfortable in new york . when it was cold , it was cold . when it was hot , it was HOT . simple . not like here . home . where it could be sunny right before a downpour . a sigh left her lips , hands searching in her pocket before a low curse left her lips , looking to the nearest person she tried to look as friendly as possible ( a tight smile was the most she could pull off ) . “ you got a light by chance ? ” 

❝ uh, i might, ❞ he mumbled, digging around in his pocket to see. he wasn’t a smoker but he’d always found it handy to keep a lighter around - you never knew when you’d need one. finding one in his jacket pocket, he ignited it and reached over to light her cigarette. ❝ there ya go. ❞

( BRETT DALTON. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) calculating ; ALEKSANDER DONOGHUE, the 30 year old SOLDIER. according to the government, ALEKSANDER'S perfect match is CARLEY WU. take note, though ; there is a rumor around that HE is NEUTRAL TO this new law.