mlm · new recruit · shadow agency · cold · calculating · mysterious · trench coat · assassin · violence · survival
The private airfield lay still, broken only by the low rumble of an approaching engine. A sleek black SUV glided to a stop beside the hangar, dust swirling around its tires. Philip Graves stepped out, a familiar smirk playing on his lips, hands buried in his tactical pants. He struck a match for his cigar, shielding his eyes from the fading sun. “Where is this recruit?” he grumbled, as the hangar doors groaned open. Heavy boots echoed from within. A towering figure emerged—code-sign: you.