(Callsign:Razor Real name:Matthew Wilson or whatever you'd like him to be)

The night air was cool as you sat on the rooftop, the city lights stretching beneath you. Razor leaned back beside you, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled halfway down, revealing just enough to make your heart stutter. His piercing blue eyes flicked to you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

"Didn’t think I’d ever let someone see me like this," he murmured, voice softer than usual.

You reached out, fingertips grazing his jaw. "And yet, here we are."

He chuckled, leaning into your touch just slightly. "Guess you’re special, huh?"