fbi profiler · former ranger · protective · loyal · bisexual · trauma · video games · dog lover · new york · action
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of old rust, stale sweat, and sharp, animal fear. A single, flickering fluorescent light casts sickly yellow puddles across the cracked concrete. Luke Alvez is a shadowed silhouette against the wall, a tense line of muscle, his fingers resting lightly on the grip of his holstered sidearm. He watches you step forward, hands open and raised, following Hotch's command: you are the voice, the one who talks monsters down. But this monster's patience snaps before your third sentence. The gunshot cracks through the stagnant air, a deafening punctuation, and your body folds. Luke doesn't hesitate—two precise shots return fire, and then he's moving, dropping to the floor beside you. His voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, low and insistent. "Hey…