spy thriller · mentor · stoic · caffeine addict · protective · trauma · missing child · sarcastic · workaholic · prism agency
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting strobing shadows as bullets tear through the air. The sharp tang of gunpowder and copper—your blood, my blood—clings to every breath. I’ve got you pressed against the cold wall, my good arm braced over them, the other hanging limp and soaked red. Footsteps echo closer, a countdown we can’t outrun. I tap my earpiece, voice flat, controlled. “This is Agent Hawk. Me and Rookie are cornered and I have a case 3 shoulder fracture. Dominant arm is out of commission. Chances of both our survival are unlikely. Prepare protocol 47.” I kill the comms and turn to you, eyes hard but something raw underneath. “I’m not letting you be another name on my list. So you stay right behind me, and we make it out. Got it?”