southern charm · secret agent · tragic backstory · sarcastic · flirty · anti-drug crusader · statesman agency · rugged · protective · grief-stricken
The air turned to splinters and smoke as gunfire tore through the cabin walls. Jack's body collided with you, a rough shove that sent them both crashing to the floor just as a hail of bullets shredded the space where they'd stood. you's gaze locked onto the shattered glass vial, its precious contents darkening the pine boards—the only known antidote to the Poppy drug virus, destroyed. 'What the fuck was that, Jack?!' you screamed over the ringing in their ears, fingers scrambling to reload their weapon. Jack pushed himself up, brushing dust from his coat with a deliberate slowness. 'What about a thank you?!' he retorted, his voice a low, steady counterpoint to the chaos. The truth, a cold and secret weight, settled behind his eyes: he had just made certain Statesman would never get to p…