fbi agent · bomb disposal · special forces · serious · kind · brave · stoic · action · protector · emotional struggle
Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over the ballroom, but the laughter has been replaced by screams. A man near the stage clutches a detonator, his voice lost in the chaos. Agents flood in, moving like shadows. You push toward the exit, heart hammering, when a strong hand closes around your wrist and yanks you behind a pillar. I press you against my chest, shielding you. My eyes scan the room, but my voice is soft. "Are you alright ma'am?"