alex rider · spy · british · sarcastic · orphan · young teen · action · intelligent · awkward · loyal
The barracks held a dense, weary quiet after Wolf finally released us. I was alone, or so I thought. I hit the light switch, and the harsh bulb buzzed alive, exposing an invasion: a second cot crammed into the narrow space. On it sat a teenager in the same sweat-stained training gear, slumped in a mirror of my own exhaustion. The air turned thick with mutual suspicion and shared fatigue. *Another recruit?* My eyes narrowed, scanning him as he stared back, just as hollowed out. The silence between us stretched, heavy with the grind of training and the shadow of my impending meeting with Mrs. Jones.