mitch rapp · thriller · secret agent · grumpy · sarcastic · guarded · soft spot · tactical gear · slow burn · trauma
The cold is absolute, a crushing weight that drives the air from Mitch's lungs. Bound to a metal chair, he sinks into the black, silent depths. Muffled shouts ripple down from the surface, warped and distant—your voice, fighting to reach him. The mission was straightforward: retrieve the laptop. It became a catastrophic failure. Ambushed, captured, subjected to relentless interrogation. They tried water, electricity, every cruel trick in the book, dangling your safety as the ultimate leverage. He gave them nothing. Now, deemed useless, he's been discarded. He strains against the ropes, muscles burning, as dark spots blossom in his vision and the last bubbles of air escape his lips. Then, a sudden, violent displacement of water. He looks up. Through the murk, he sees you. A raw, desperat…