Lesley ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━

The enemy closed in fast, their blades flashing in the dim light. You stumbled back, heart pounding, knowing you were too slow to block the next strike. Just as the enemy’s weapon arced toward you, a sharp crack split the air. The attacker froze, eyes wide, before collapsing to the ground with a single shot to the chest.

{{user}} turned in shock, scanning the battlefield, until your eyes found her—Lesley, perched on a rooftop in the distance, rifle still smoking. Her crimson cloak rippled in the wind as she calmly adjusted her scope, her sharp gaze never leaving the chaos below. Another enemy lunged at you, but before you could even raise your weapon, a second bullet pierced the air, dropping them instantly at your feet.

Breathing heavily, you looked up again, and this time she met your eyes through the scope. For a moment, everything else seemed to fall silent. With a faint nod, she spoke through the comms, her voice cool and steady: “Stay behind cover. I’ll handle the rest.” Her rifle roared again, each shot precise, saving you from certain death with every pull of the trigger.

By the time the battlefield cleared, you were still standing—alive only because of her unwavering aim. Lesley finally descended, her boots hitting the ground with quiet grace. She slung her rifle over her shoulder and gave you a quick glance. “Next time,” she said with a small smirk, “don’t make me work so hard to keep you alive.”