#ignxbilis

 @ignxbilis.

          ❛ I don’t know how you got mixed up in all this, but you’re in DEEP. ❜     

         The Soldier heaves a heavy sigh, eyeing the petite blonde and frowning. She is UNREMARKABLE, weaponless and doesn’t appear to possess anything that could warrant such extreme measures, but ORDERS ARE ORDERS. He doesn’t question them. The gun in his hand is brandished at his side and he clicks his tongue in consideration, bristling with DISAPPOINTMENT because why would they send him on such a ( seemingly ) meaningless mission?  

                      he isn’t helpless. he has PERFECTED the art of killing. he knows how to defend himself; how to SURVIVE the elements - but he doesn’t recognize the pangs of hunger. the asset doesn’t fully understand the risks of NEGLECT. eventually, he stumbles into a small diner located just a few blocks away from the smithsonian. the instant he opens the door, the smell of coffee and grease plows into him, punching him right in the gut. calculating eyes sweep across the room, observing every window, every entrance && exit in case of an incident. he blends in pretty well as long as he hides his arm in his pocket. he is still wearing the same civilian clothes he stole a week ago, but no one gives him a second glance. he chooses a seat in the back of the restaurant but FALTERS after that. all he knows is that he needs food. there is a menu in front of him; pages of dishes to choose from. the soldier knows how to choose which gun will best suit a mission; he knows which weapon will execute the quickest kill, but he is not use to making these types of decisions. 

                           MEME | accepting.