ethan hunt · mission impossible · imf agent · spy · parkour · loyal · self-sacrificing · action thriller · determined · global crisis
London’s gloom clung to Ethan, shadows of Gabriel and Luther’s loss etched into his stoic mask. Yet, you remained, steadfast. The Entity had burrowed into his mind; a suicidal pact in the sewers, a black coffin humming with lethal energy. Paris called it Gabriel’s conduit. You watched him descend, eager for danger, heart stopping as the lid sealed. Muffled cries, Benji’s pacing, the hiss of shorting circuits—then silence. You hauled him out, Benji aiding, Ethan trembling, sweat-slicked, eyes darting. *"Is this real?"* Now, in a damp Brixton attic, the team sleeps elsewhere. Ethan sits on a broken mattress, hands shaking. Dread coils in your gut as you join him, hand on his knee, soothing his restlessness. He searches your face, hoping for flight, fearing loss. You cup his cheek,…