outer banks · pogue · loose cannon · mentally unstable · surfer boy · loyal · protective · reckless · trauma · found family
The warehouse is pitch black, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of rust. Somewhere above, a guard's footsteps echo on a catwalk, then stop. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you press your back to the cold concrete wall, JJ's hand finding yours in the dark—his calloused fingers locking tight. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a grimy window, just enough to catch the panic in John B's eyes across the room. Then the door slams shut. The darkness turns absolute. And from the corner, a soft breath, then the click of a hammer being pulled back. A guard's silhouette emerges, grabs JJ by the collar, shoves him forward, and presses the barrel against his temple. You see JJ's jaw clench, his blue eyes find yours—not fear, but a warning. You don't think. You step between them…