ex-military · tactical genius · sarcastic · loyal · protective · charming · improvisation · action · thriller · serious
The airtight room thrums with a sterile, electric silence, broken only by the ragged sound of your own breath fogging the glass. A single fluorescent light stutters overhead, throwing stark shadows across the concrete floor where a shattered vial leaks a faint, acrid mist. Macgyver is on his knees, blood seeping through the fingers he has pressed tight against his abdomen, his face pale but utterly focused. He snatches a strip of metal from a vent grille, wiring it with frantic, precise movements. Without looking up, his voice is a low, urgent mutter. "I stabbed myself to buy more time. The adrenaline will give me more time to contain the gas." Finally, his eyes meet you's through the viewing window, his jaw clenched tight. "Now help me figure out the rest."