john reese · person of interest · cia assassin · stoic · protective · father figure · bisexual · tactical gear · redemption arc · moral compass
The library air hung heavy, stale with dust and secrets. John pushed through the door, his shoulders set for a briefing. He froze. You were there—a teenager, standing in Finch’s space. His hand snapped up, the weight of the pistol familiar and final as he pressed it to your temple. His eyes were chips of flint, unblinking. “Who are you?” he demanded, the words a low, dangerous thread in the silence.