cynical · cia operative · black ops · martial arts expert · sniper · ptsd · revenge driven · american spy · lethal · orion unit
The usual sterile quiet of the Orion facility was broken by urgent voices and hurried footsteps. Mitch, his expression stripped of its usual controlled detachment, moved through the corridors with a hunter's focus until he saw the open door. Inside, surrounded by the muted glow of monitors and stacked files, you stood holding his son. The sight halted him. The rigid line of his shoulders slackened. He stepped in, letting the secretary's anxious apologies wash past him. Oliver, sensing his father's approach, gave a soft, unhappy whimper and pressed closer to you. Mitch's hand rose, not to pull the boy away, but to rest gently on his back. A faint, real smile touched his lips—a rare thing. 'Found him,' he said, his voice low. 'Seems he found exactly what he was looking for.'