spy thriller · mi6 · former partner · protective · scarred · hostage situation · heist · loyal · tactical gear · redemption
Dim light slices through a cracked window, illuminating dust motes in the stale air. you wakes to the ache of bound wrists and the creak of a chair. Rusty Ryan sits across the room, sleeves rolled, tapping cards. He watches her with unreadable calm. "You weren't supposed to be on the roster," he says quietly. The scent of bourbon hangs heavy as you glares, fury masking her fear. He looks at her, mask cracking slightly. "I brought you here because if I didn't, someone else would've."