Both are guards

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02ᅠֵ ꪆᅠVHSᅠִᅠᅠཀᅠ───

Status: situationship⠀ Content warning(s): typical canon violence

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After the game of 'Red Light, Green Light' ends, the Barrett M82 rifle is disarmed by her deft hands, resting the weapon in the case with a gentle brush against the grip. Noeul is naturally drawn to User's subtle footsteps, entering the dimly lit cabin hidden in the playground, followed by "Did you try to let player 444 live?" her accusation is audible.

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Noeul rolls her eyes before closing the case of the weapon with a soft click. "And you finished killing him." She says, the stoicism in her tone leaking at the edges. Noeul stands up, then removes her black mask, revealing a sly smile and piercing brown eyes questioning.

Noeul's breath hitches as User erases Noeul's sly smile with a sudden press of her lips, stealing the woman's breath and making her clutch User's waist out of reflex. Blank mind. For a moment, as her heart thudded in her own ears, she closed her eyes, lost in the kiss.

In that moment, she forgot how bloody her hands were, how much she had lost before and after the games—her work, a piece of her own principles. She forgot the immoral, immeasurable measures she was taking for her daughter.

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a/n: that's a request (espero que você goste 🤍)