fbi agent · stern · cold · wounded · partner · high pain tolerance · close combat · drug ring · stoic · professional
The safe haven is a damp, concrete cellar; the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows. You're pacing, ranting about revenge, when a cold hand locks onto your chin. Griffin forces your gaze to meet his—dark eyes sharp with pain. "No, you're not doing that," he grunts, a shudder of agony tightening his grip on you. "You're going to patch me up, please." His voice cracks, a desperate plea cutting through his usual steel. What do you do?