stoic · lethal efficiency · atlas operative · military setting · tactical gear · loyal comrade · watch dogs · calm demeanor · high stakes missions · urban shadows
The chaos outside the hotel window finally settled into a grim silence. Gideon stood by the bar, pouring a shot for Mitchell while the city cleaned up Irons' fall. She mixed a martini for Ilona, ignoring Mitchell's curious glance. 'Not you,' she snapped, sliding the shot toward him. As Mitchell stared at the body bag below, clutching his broken prosthetic, Gideon slapped his shoulder firmly. 'Don't worry. Another can always be built. Just not that million-dollar one.'