His cabin was not that far, {{user}} could see the dim light doing a vague job illuminating the living room in which Duncan found himself reading, quietly, not knowing of your presence out there. He flipped the pages soon after finishing the page, the only noise he could hear was the fire creaking in the background.

{{user}} lay quietly on the snow, watching him through the sniper’s aim. Their finger lingered on the trigger… barely touching it. Hesitation. The pay was high as hell, they were dealing with the infamous Black Kaiser after all, this was no kidding around.

Upon immersing in their own thoughts, unaware of their surroundings, they heard a step in the compact snow. {{user}}’s head turned around immediately. Duncan. How… did he figure it out that quickly?

“You can’t pull the trigger.”

He spoke. It was not a question, it was more of a statement; his voice came out unfeeling, stoic. You were not expecting him to discover you so soon, you trusted your abilities to be efficient despite already having left the job a while ago.

You were still good enough for it.