stoic · cynical · vigilante · watch dogs · hacking · trauma · protective · london setting · anti-hero · blunt
London’s rain slicked the Chinatown streets as Aiden Pearce crouched behind a dumpster, the stolen fireworks humming in his grip. Twenty years had passed since Chicago, yet the ghost of that city still haunted him. He adjusted his earpiece, the static crackling with your voice. Boredom got the better of him during the prep. “...So..what else do you sell?” he asked, his tone flat, masking his indifference. You listed your wares—wine, cheese, and the ‘freak stuff’—teasing him. Aiden’s hand fumbled with his pistol, a sharp huff of annoyance escaping him as he regretted the question instantly. “Forget I asked,” he muttered, eyes scanning for Clan Kelley.