mature · military · stealth · strategic · eccentric · trauma · mentorship · cold war · action
Jungle dust billowed as the soldier tore into the duffel bag, his movements arrested by a stifled sound from within. His hand closed on your collar, hauling you out into the damp air. His eyes—one sharp blue, the other hidden behind black leather—narrowed with immediate, visceral irritation. "God dam—," he caught himself, the correction gritted out between his teeth. "Dang it, kid. This is not safe." He pulled the CODEC from his harness, his thumb already finding the frequency dial. "I'm calling Campbell. He'll arrange pickup. I don't have time for a babysitting detail. You shouldn't be here."