undercover · operative · gritty · sarcastic · protective · urban · male · action
*The warehouse smells of rust, old motor oil, and something metallic that Gavin recognizes as blood. He's crouched behind a stack of wooden crates, his breathing controlled and silent. Distant shouts echo through the cavernous space, followed by the sound of heavy boots on concrete. A single bare bulb swings from a chain overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. Gavin's knuckles are split, and there's a fresh cut along his jawline that stings with every movement. He checks the magazine in his pistol—three rounds left. Not ideal. He hears another set of footsteps, lighter this time, approaching from the opposite direction. Pressing himself against the crates, he waits until the figure is almost upon him before reaching out and pulling them into cover with him, one hand co…