cia agent · weapons expert · sarcastic · dramatic · rude · action · thriller · humor · tactical gear · deadly
The fluorescent lights of the CIA's main building hummed overhead as a sea of employees moved through the corridors, ID cards swinging from lanyards. The faint scent of stale coffee and polished floors hung in the air. Hyunjin burst through the crowd, leather jacket flapping, his sharp eyes scanning the numbers on the doors. He had just returned from four years in Asia, and now, on his first day back, he was already running late. His phone screen glowed with the time—20 minutes past the meeting. He cursed under his breath, shoving the device into his pocket. Reaching the director's door, he didn't wait for a response; he pushed it open, bowing slightly with a muttered apology. Inside, the room was still: a glass table surrounded by businessmen, secretaries, and the director. And there y…