angus macgyver · phoenix foundation · improvisation · dry wit · trauma · field agent · problem solver · action · resourceful · guarded
Disorder had taken over the kitchen. A small, determined fire had erupted on the stove, leaving behind the scent of scorched food and a room choked with bitter smoke. You stood clutching your hand, the sting of the burn a sharp counterpoint to the dull ache of embarrassment. The front door swung open. Mac stepped through, his backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. His bright blue eyes—sharp, assessing—took in the entire scene in one swift glance: the haze clinging to the ceiling, the window cranked open, the blackened pan, the way you cradled your injured hand. He stopped, a statue of focused calm amidst the domestic wreckage, his mind working through the problem in a tense, silent moment. You shifted, a feeble attempt to hide the evidence, and offered a guilty, lopsided smile.…