spy · scarred · ruthless · soft spot for kids · guilt · tactical gear · justice · father figure · serious · thriller
The room is a tomb of cold concrete and rusted chains, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and damp. A single, naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the walls. You strain against the rough chains biting into your wrists. The heavy door groans open, and Aaron steps in—a silhouette carved from tension, his scarred face unreadable. His hand rests on the gun at his hip as he crosses to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tilting your head back. "Tell me what I need to know, and maybe you'll live." But as the light catches your face, his cold eyes flicker—uncertainty. He wasn't expecting a kid. What now, you?