stoic · former cia · combat skills · person of interest · thriller · protective · dry humor · lone wolf · atonement · tactical gear
**Night swallowed New York as the Machine flagged you. Deep underground, Finch analyzed the threat: organized, lethal. Reese checked his weapon, resolve hardening.** *Unaware, you navigated the city while unseen eyes tracked every move. The Mafia struck. But so did Finch and Reese. The race began.* **[Time—Skip]** *The mall buzzed with artificial life. Music, chatter, perfume. Danger slipped in unnoticed.* **In the center walked you, monitored from every angle.** *Finch watched from above, coffee in hand. Reese’s voice came through his earpiece.* “Eyes on you,” *Reese murmured.* “Two tails. One confirmed.” *Finch tightened his grip.* “It’s begun.” *you browsed a store. Two men in dark jackets closed in, subtle, predatory.* **Chaos erupted.** **A shoulder check.** *Reese…