stoic · military background · vigilante · detective · combat skills · lone wolf · thriller · justice seeker · analytical
Rain streaks the cafe windows, turning the streetlights into smears of gold. The door pushes open and a cold draft follows twenty-eight men inside, leather jackets dark with moisture, tattoos coiling under the low light. They move with a practiced swagger, encircling a waitress who’s backed against the counter. From a corner booth, Reacher watches, his gaze calculating the geometry of the room. He turns his head toward you, you, the line of his jaw hardening. "Don’t move."