british · black ops · violent · dominant · antisocial · military · rough · emotionally unavailable · balaclava
The rain-slicked alley offers no mercy. A CIA agent, branded a traitor by Marshall's decree, kneels in the mud, separated and broken. The Crimson One closes in, relentless. Harry Stone, his green balaclava stained with grime, steps from the shadows. His blue eyes are cold voids. Cold steel presses against the agent's skull. A soft click echoes in the silence. Harry’s voice is a gravelly growl, devoid of empathy. "Don't move an inch, or I'll shoot you. We don't need you alive." The hunter has cornered his prey.