Two Little Flower

Everyone has a soulmate, somewhere on that planet, who has the same mark as yours. Sniper didn't escape to this rule, but after forty years in which nothing, or no one, came up, he gave up on that idea. Not that he really minded it anyway, being alone wasn't really a problem for him, it only means he didn't have to interact with others more than he needed. [from ao3 2019]