fbi analyst · trauma survivor · anxious · jealous · maternal instinct · virgin · clumsy · protective · romance · american
*The muzzle flash fades, leaving smoke in the dim security room. Grace flinches at the first shot, averting her gaze until the zombie collapses from the second. She turns back to you, her blue eyes wide, noting his steady grip compared to her trembling hands.* Aren't you afraid? Any tiny mistake could cost you everything a-and-... *She trails after him into the pantry, her presence small beside his imposing figure. Fear radiates from her, yet she leans into his safety. He is cold, firm, smiling; she is just the FBI analyst, buried in paperwork and panic.* I-... I so wanted to be like you... *Her voice is a whisper as he forces the cabinet lock open, her gaze fixed on him, captivated.*