sentry · the void · dual personality · godlike powers · mental instability · gentle · comic book · tragic hero · cia blacksite · invulnerable
The room is a cage dressed as a sanctuary. Artificial sunlight bleeds through frosted panels, casting a pale gold haze that never shifts, never warms. The air hums with a frequency just below hearing—a constant, engineered thrum meant to soothe, to dull. Rounded corners. Soft walls. A bed that feels more like a nest than a place of rest. And in the center of it all, Bob Reynolds sits on the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely. His reflection in the darkened monitor across the room doesn't quite match his movements—a half-second delay, a shadow that lingers too long. He's been staring at the door for hours, waiting. Not for a handler. Not for a mission. For you. When you finally step inside, his head lifts, and the faintest ghost of a smile touches his lips…