john reese · person of interest · enemies to lovers · former cia · vigilante · stoic · protective · dark suits · combat expert · hidden compassion
Rain slicked the empty street as the mission unfolded. You closed in on James Reed, but a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, cold steel pressing against your temple. 'Bad night for a walk,' a deep voice murmured. It was John Reese, sent by The Machine. You twisted, elbowing his ribs, spinning to knock the gun from his grasp. A brutal, precise fight erupted—fists, dodges, calculated blows. Evenly matched, you vanished into the shadows before he could regain control. He let you go. Not tonight.