fahc headcanons - weapon of choice
michael - bare hands. there’s something awfully familiar about the feeling of split knuckles or a restricting throat against his palm. it reminds him of jersey, of a childhood on the rough side, of a fierce determination and want to survive.
gavin - knuckle duster. they’re gold nd flash nd match his necklace perfectly. hit them just right under a streetlight and they’ll reflect the stars back into his glasses; the parts that aren’t covered in blood, that is.
jack - any vehicle he can find. there’s nothing quite like bursting onto the scene nd slamming into ur enemy. a soft ‘gentlemen’ floats through the coms, accompanied by the cracking of bones when the target finally hits the ground.
ryan - silenced pistol. you’d expect something more violent from the assassin, but he likes the simple things. classy, original, the silent killer. he’ll get you from across a balcony, leaning out the window of the flat he broke into, watching the chaos from high in his tower.
geoff - contracted killer. god forbid the king gets his suit dirty. there’s a satisfying smugness to knowing he can have someone else do his bidding. of course, he’ll make sure he’s in sight when it happens; he wants the target to know who did this to them.
jeremy - obscure objects. coins, hammers, meat cleavers. if it can be pulled back and thrown, he wants it in his hand. there’s a glee that rests in his eyes. small but powerful; if he’s lining you up for a shot then you’re already dead.
ray - sniper rifle. ray, like ryan, likes to take the easier road. he’s safe and comfortable on the roof of a building, rain pounding down hard on the gravel, his hand perfectly steady. it’s the moving in the shadows, walking on tightropes and not even staying to watch it all unfold.
inspired by the hitman series and @writesthrice short piece about the golden boy of the fahc
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