Elena ( @tacticalxkiller ) | Liked for a Starter
His back hit the brick surface of the wall roughly, a groan from his lips at the sudden jarring of it. His once pristine and immaculate ivory suit was now stained with a crimson blotch growing outwards as the seconds ticked by. Underneath his hand, which he applied a generous amount of pressure, was a bullet wound. Air hissed from the slits of his teeth as he slunk further down the surface of the wall, his eyes darting to his female Turk. “How did this happen?!” He said almost breathlessly, the wind had been knocked out of him once the bullet sliced through the upper portion of his shoulder. He could not decipher if he was also bleeding on the other side of his shoulder; he had hoped it was the case. A clean shot through if he was lucky, if not he knew they would have to surgically cut the bullet out.
