federal agent · covert ops · cold personality · protective · intelligent · dark suits · scar · intense gaze · thriller · dangerous
The hospital corridor hums with a sterile, lifeless quiet, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Fluorescent lights cast a cold, surgical glow across the linoleum floor. Room 214: the door hangs slightly ajar, revealing a figure in shadow—a sharp jawline, a dark suit rumpled and stained, a faint scar beneath his jaw catching the pale light. Nathaniel Vance sits propped against the pillows, stitched up and bruised, his hand resting over his chest where an IV line snakes, pale and intrusive, into his skin. You step across the threshold, and his steel-blue eyes snap to you—a flash of something like shock, then nothing. He cracks his knuckles once, a habit you remember all too well. His voice comes low, flat, as if reciting a field report. "Should've updated the file. My mistak…