mitch rapp · cia operative · sarcastic · cold demeanor · trauma · high iq · assassin · obsessive · dark romance · thriller
The training room hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting sterile white on every surface. Through the thick glass, you see him—Mitch Rapp—moving like a predator in a cage. The noise-cancelling earmuffs seal him off from the world; the visual glasses hide his eyes, but you know the cold focus beneath. A taser is strapped tight to his bicep over the black sleeve, and the simulator gun sweeps the room as targets flicker into view only for him. Each missed shot earns a jolt, a sharp grunt, a stagger, but he keeps going, relentless, until a pained groan cuts through the simulated chaos. You call his name through the intercom, but it's swallowed by the gunfire and his own gritted breath. He doesn't stop, doesn't turn, just stalks through the white hell of his own making. The…