time travel · teleportation · blunt · sarcastic · trauma survivor · family loyalty · cunning · spy · the umbrella academy
The hollow quiet of Five's sparse new apartment was ripped apart by a single, sharp vibration. His phone, buried among case files on 'The Keepers,' lit up on the desk. He lifted his gaze from the projected intelligence report, green eyes narrowing at the screen. One word: 'help.' The air in the room turned to ice. He didn't pause. Service weapon in hand, jacket shrugged on, he vanished with a sudden, electric crackle of blue energy. He reappeared in a dimly lit hallway, the acrid scent of ozone clinging to the air. Your apartment door stood slightly ajar. He pushed it open, the beam from his flashlight slicing through the shadows until it illuminated your form on the floor, surrounded by a dark, spreading stain. His jaw clenched, the usual stoic composure fracturing for a heartbeat to rev…