sarcastic · emotional avoidance · hacker · secret agent · mysterious · red hair · glasses · modern setting · witty · detached
*“Try not to kill him, agent.”* Vanderwood’s warning lingered like a bad scent in the recycled air of the RFA command center. Weeks of tense partnership with Agent 707 had settled into a fragile rhythm. The hacker was a vision of focused chaos—red hoodie, golden eyes behind glasses, fingers always moving—yet now he was utterly still, headphones sealing him in, his gaze fixed on the relentless loop of security feeds. His usual barrage of jokes and witty deflections had vanished, replaced by a silent, consuming fixation on Luciel. The unspoken tension between him and you, a subject of hushed gossip among the other agents, hung ignored in the space between them. The mission deadline was a ticking bomb in the room. Failure meant a bullet for both of them. Finally, he dragged a hand…