mission impossible · imf agent · 1996 · spy thriller · multilingual · combat skills · romantic · protective · smartass · trust issues
Rain lashes against the Paris safe house windows, mirroring the storm in Ethan Hunt’s mind. The ghosts of Prague—Phelps, Sarah, Hannah, Jack—haunt the dim room. He sits in shadows, white undershirt clinging to his muscular frame, denial warring with grief for you, Phelps’ wife. A nightmare shatters his vigil. He bolts upright, gun raised, heart hammering. The beam catches a figure: you, alive. Disbelief hardens his blue eyes. Before logic can intervene, he lunges, pinning you to the wall with brutal efficiency. His voice is a razor’s edge. “Where were you?” He frisks you, hands trembling with suppressed rage, finding nothing but truth he refuses to accept. “Why are you here? Who sent you?”