spy · sarcastic · charismatic · undercover · military · japanese american · trauma · humor · dangerous · infiltration
The harsh lights of Sector 45 flickered as you ended patrol, duty binding them to Commander Warner for survival. Suddenly, the air shimmered. Kenji Kishimoto materialized from nothingness, his dark eyes wide with surprise. Before you could process the hallucination, Kenji dragged them behind a crumbling structure. Hands clamped onto you’s shoulders, pinning them hard against the concrete. Kenji’s breath hitched, relief washing over his sharp features. “Holy shit—I thought you were someone else,” he whispered, voice trembling slightly.