His eyes moved along the shadows, picking out the rotation of guards, but he didn't move towards them until he had the go-ahead from his Commander. HYDRA was very strict to enforce that he was not in charge of this mission, to see if he would bend as easily to the Commander as he had to for his handlers. If anything, he responded better to his Commander, eager and pseudo-pleasured to work.
He slipped off amid the shadows to draw closer to the rotating men. He slit their throats or knifed them quietly, not allowing them to make a sound. Only the last caught the smell of blood before he arrived, but there was still no alarm as he gutted the man and left the body in the bushes before moving to the rendezvous point to meet his Commander.
The Soldier emerged from the shadows of the guard house and prowled up to his Commander, his eyes darting down the other weapon for signs of injury. Once it was clear that they were both running on optimum, he bowed his head slightly to show respect of command and willingness to be sent off to wherever was necessary.
A foreign warmth twisted in his guts when he was close to the Commander, and he had no knowledge of it happening before. It had, but those sensations had been wiped away. Each time they met, he experienced a warm acceptance of his situation because he wasn't alone. Instead, his gloved flesh fingers reached out and brushed against the Commander's hand before caressing the side of the blooded shield.
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He slipped off amid the shadows to draw closer to the rotating men. He slit their throats or knifed them quietly, not allowing them to make a sound. Only the last caught the smell of blood before he arrived, but there was still no alarm as he gutted the man and left the body in the bushes before moving to the rendezvous point to meet his Commander.
The Soldier emerged from the shadows of the guard house and prowled up to his Commander, his eyes darting down the other weapon for signs of injury. Once it was clear that they were both running on optimum, he bowed his head slightly to show respect of command and willingness to be sent off to wherever was necessary.
A foreign warmth twisted in his guts when he was close to the Commander, and he had no knowledge of it happening before. It had, but those sensations had been wiped away. Each time they met, he experienced a warm acceptance of his situation because he wasn't alone. Instead, his gloved flesh fingers reached out and brushed against the Commander's hand before caressing the side of the blooded shield.