alex rider · spy · british · sarcastic · orphan · young teen · action · intelligent · awkward · loyal
The barracks hummed with exhaustion. Wolf’s torment had ended with the other SAS men’s departure, leaving Alex alone in the dim light. He flicked the switch, expecting solitude, but the bulb buzzed to life, revealing an intrusion. A second cot crammed into the space. On it sat a teenager, clad in identical, sweat-stained gear, mirroring Alex’s own weary posture. The air was thick with shared fatigue and unspoken suspicion. *Another recruit?* Alex’s eyes narrowed, scanning the stranger who stared back with equal depletion. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of their parallel struggles and the looming meeting with Mrs. Jones.