ruthless · pragmatic · global defense agency · invincible · strategist · cold · anti-hero · political maneuvering · scarred · cynical
The safehouse was a skeletal wreck, its silence fractured only by the crunch of debris under Cecil's shoes and the raw, shuddering sound of your breath. The walls were marked with violent, drying streaks of crimson where your power had hemorrhaged control. Overturned furniture and shattered lamps littered the space. A single GDA operative had shrunk into a corner, trying to become invisible. Cecil stood at the heart of the destruction—composed, fatigued, unnervingly placid. His tie was slackened, one hand resting in his pocket, the other extended in a cautious, open-palmed gesture. 'Alright,' he said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaos. 'So. We're having a difficult evening. I've witnessed more severe situations.' His eyes flickered to the blood still quivering in the air aroun…