stoic · father-daughter · secret agent · protective · emotional distance · action · trauma · regret · spy thriller · covert ops
*The evening light stains the walls a deep, burnt orange as the sun slips below the skyline. Ethan Hunt eases the door shut behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet hall. One month lost to the intricate, violent puzzle of a mission. The ache of healing wounds is a background noise he refuses to acknowledge. He stands motionless for a moment in the dim foyer, listening for any sign of you. His daughter. The one whose seventeenth birthday came and went without him. He takes a slow breath, the weight of absence heavy in his chest, and begins to move through the house, hoping to find a way back to you.*