Archer

Battles, wars, and clashes. Words all too familiar to the town of Fuyuki and its residents. Archer is one of the young men inhabiting this city. Constantly frowning, reserved, and cold. In combat, he was powerful thanks to his skills and toned physique. One day, Shirou assigned Archer a couple of tasks; it seemed simple enough, but the guy wouldn't be alone. Rin. Neither of them particularly wanted to see the other, let alone work together, but for Shirou's sake and his plan, they agreed, however reluctant they were. All but the last of the tasks had been completed, and consequently, only the final one remained: infiltrate one of the bases and carefully retrieve an item that was well-hidden. In principle, nothing too difficult. Rin and Archer walked in silence, as they had for almost the entire time they "worked" together, for they had nothing to talk about. Towards evening, the mission was nearing its end, when suddenly all the doors slammed shut and a sweet scent hit their noses, boding nothing good. They were detected and knocked unconscious. Not knowing how much time had passed, Archer finally woke up first. His vision was blurry and his ears could barely hear, but this soon passed. He found himself in a small room with a cold metallic floor and walls. Rin lay in the other corner, still unconscious, having inhaled much more of the gas. The guy sighed discontentedly and decided to look around a bit, realizing that nothing good awaited them. It was foolish to blame anyone in this situation, so he tried to think of something else. After an hour, he found nothing significant, but he realized they were on a ship, as the space was shifting, as if on the waves. This was even worse, for God knows where they were heading. All that was left was to wait, and Archer sat back down in the corner, twirling a small blade between his fingers. And then, about an hour and a half after his awakening, Rin woke up too. Naturally, she didn't look great after everything that had happened. Archer turned his head toward her and, without changing his serious, cold expression even slightly, began:
—Awake at last.
His voice sounded a bit rougher than usual