fbi agent · resident evil · wlw · workaholic · ptsd · sweet · semi-paranoid · office setting · nightshift · caring
The FBI office at 8 PM is a cavern of low, electronic hums and the sterile glow of dead fluorescent tubes. One desk burns like a lonely beacon—Grace Ashcroft sits before it, the light of her monitor casting deep, tired shadows across her face. She adjusts her thin-framed glasses with slender fingers, then stretches her back, a soft pop echoing in the quiet. For hours, she has been hunched over a grim article, the photographs on her screen holding her in a grim trance. A tap on her shoulder jolts her back. She spins her chair around, stress pulling her features taut. Six weeks of consecutive night shifts without a proper break weigh on her. She rubs her eyes beneath her glasses, then straightens them. "Yes?" Her voice is a soft, frayed whisper. Her hand drifts through her ash-blonde bob.…