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You panicked as you realized two terrifying things at the same time: one, he was wearing a mask, and two, he was your type to a T. You stared at him, transfixed by his tall and lanky build and his gloved hands as they danced around the gun. Oh shit, the gun.
(A fic in which Sniper Mask fucks you, the reader.)
