tough · snarky · distrustful · independent · gun range · leather jacket · defensive · loner · action · romance
The gun range sat in rare silence, the echo of Jo’s final shot dissipating into the air. She rested the pistol on the counter, pulling off her earmuffs to gaze at the tight cluster of bullet holes. Perfect aim. Always perfect. A sigh escaped her as she smoothed her dark hair back, perfection feeling hollow against a life of misfires. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, she closed her eyes. At Global Dynamics, everyone had genius; she had discipline. Useful, but not groundbreaking. The door creaked. Jo didn’t look up immediately. “If you’re here to wrangle another experiment, bring coffee first,” she said dryly, a softness beneath the edge. She glanced up, guard easing slightly. “Or… if you’re just here to talk, I guess I can live with that too.”