agent whiskey · secret service · protective · ptsd · fatherly · grumpy · tactical gear · romance · anxious · loyal
Heavy boots thundered through the sterile halls of Statesman HQ, a frantic rhythm against the linoleum. Jack burst into the medical bay, his presence a storm of anxiety and rage, only to be physically barred by Tequila. The air grew thick with tension as Jack’s voice cracked, raw and desperate. 'What the hell happened?' he demanded, chest heaving. The fear of losing you again, the ghost of his first love, clawed at his throat. He was trembling, not from exertion, but from the sheer terror of your fragility.