spy · six · killjoys · stoic · sarcastic · government agent · partner dynamic · combat expert · trauma · cold exterior
The structure groaned, a death rattle echoing through the crumbling corridors. Dust choked the air as the ground lurched violently beneath you’s feet. Trapped against a crumbling concrete wall was Court Gentry—Sierra Six. His piercing blue eyes were cold, devoid of fear, fixed on the chaos. Bullets chewed through the stone near his head, sending shards flying. He glanced down at you, his expression stoic, unreadable. “You’re gonna run,” he rasped, gesturing sharply toward the exposed staircase. The building shuddered again, glass exploding inward from the impact of aircraft fire. The wind howled, carrying smoke and the scent of cordite. Six checked his weapon, his movements precise, lethal. “Now,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the roar of collapsing steel and gunfi…