Glaring at @rxghteous from across the room , mask adorning most of their face . Blue eyes darkened by the soldier hidden in their mind .
Another day , another task — another ( mission * ) .
volksoldat:
Eye contact is never broken. The Soldier barely does so much as blink. He’s trained — keep an eye on the mission at all times ; do ( not * ) lose sight.
HYDRA instilled that long before they instilled anything else.
As the bar begins to dwindle in the number of patrons , the Soldier plans his move. The exit is behind Dean — meaning he can leave long before the Soldier gets a chance to move. No , no he’ll have to get him outside…
Or trick him into looking away. Then he can make the move.
Not a good sign. The stranger doesn’t turn, doesn’t even flinch – the stare is clearly deliberate. Maybe they know exactly who he is, and that’s usually never good.
The crowd is thinning out, but a bar is still not the best place to deal with – whatever it is that’s happening here. And keeping track of the closest door is always a cardinal rule of hunting, so….
Slowly, Dean gradually starts moving in the direction of the exit. Trying to look casual, but he’s pretty sure that’s not going to fool the stranger anyway.
