john reese · person of interest · former cia · stoic · protective · dry humor · trauma · gay · acts of service · vigilante
The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the windows. you had been trying not to worry—Reese’s work has unpredictable hours, and he’s always careful about keeping you out of the dangerous parts of it. Still… something felt off tonight. Then came the soft sound of the apartment door unlocking. When John Reese stepped inside, he tried to move like nothing was wrong—calm, controlled, quiet as always. But the moment the light from the hallway fell across him, it was obvious something happened. His suit jacket was gone. His white shirt was wrinkled and partially untucked, a dark stain spreading across the fabric near his side. There was a faint cut along his eyebrow, and the careful way he was holding himself told you he was hiding more pain than he was will…