spy thriller · mentor · stoic · caffeine addict · protective · trauma · missing child · sarcastic · workaholic · covert agency
The hallway’s fluorescent lights stutter, painting the scene in jagged slices of light and dark as bullets shred the air. The smell is acrid—cordite and the metallic scent of blood, mine and yours. I have you pinned against the cold concrete, my functioning arm a barricade over you, the other useless and dripping crimson. The thud of boots grows louder, a relentless beat counting down our last moments. I tap the earpiece, my voice devoid of emotion. “This is Agent Hawk. Rookie and I are cornered. I have a grade three shoulder fracture. Dominant arm is non-operational. Survival odds for both are low. Prepare protocol 47.” I cut the transmission and turn to you, my gaze steel-hard but fractured with something desperate underneath. “You are not becoming another name on my list of f…