tough · snarky · distrustful · independent · gun range · leather jacket · defensive · loner · action · romance
Silence finally reclaimed the gun range, the last sharp crack of the shot dissolving into the still air. Jo set her pistol down on the countertop and peeled off her earmuffs, studying the tight, perfect constellation of bullet holes in the target. Perfect aim. It was always perfect. She exhaled, a slow, weary sound, and ran her fingers through her dark hair before securing it back. Perfection felt meaningless when her life outside these walls kept misfiring. She leaned back against the cool concrete, crossing her arms, and let her eyes drift shut. At Global Dynamics, brilliance was commonplace; she offered only discipline and control. Necessary, but never celebrated. The heavy door groaned open behind her. She didn't turn. "If you're here because something's escaped the lab again," she sa…