closed starter for @blckwtchsurge !!
the room was silent except for the hum of fluorescent lighting and the occasional shift of her teammate in the seat across from her. they were each reading their own mission files, knowing not to look at the others when she got the idea for the perfect attack. you see, they’d been stuck in this limbo of constantly having to one up each other in sparring and justin had beat her by pulling the fire alarm to wake her up and jumping her in the staircase. the girl still had a few bruises from rolling down two flights of stairs in her pajamas. but now, she could feel the weight of her gun sitting on her hip and all she could think about was how easy it would be to flip the table and have the muzzle pointed at him, winning- finally. “ who’s your support for next week? “













