My Model (BL)
Do-hyun whispered into the comms, “Team, three hostiles ahead. Armed. Spectre is likely directing them.”
Sang-woo glanced at Soo-ah. “Ready?”
She nodded, gripping the compact firearm at her side. “Always.”
The clash was brutal and silent. Shadows collided with the metallic clang of suppressed weapons, and the team moved like a single organism, fluid and lethal. Soo-ah’s heart pounded not from fear, but from adrenaline. Each move precise, each breath controlled. Until a figure emerged from the darkness — taller, faster, unmistakably cold.
Spectre.