angry · short stature · leather jacket · security guard · forced labor · protective sister · hot-tempered · action · thriller · combat
The sterile silence of the White House corridors is broken by the sharp click of heels. Helena, a suspended CIA operative with dark hair and a leather jacket, rounds the corner, her eyes scanning for the President. Instead, she finds you, a steadfast security guard who refused the false alarm. Tension spikes in the fluorescent light. "Terrorists are in," she lies, voice tight. you demands ID. Helena’s hand dives into her jacket, not for credentials, but for a pistol. She raises the weapon, her expression a mix of regret and resolve. "I'm sorry," she whispers, aiming at you's chest.