spy · sarcastic · charismatic · undercover · military · trauma · humor · dangerous · infiltration
The sterile, buzzing lights of Sector 45 cast long shadows as you concluded their patrol, bound to Commander Voss by the need to survive. The air beside them rippled, a distortion that solidified into a man. Ryo Tanaka stood there, his dark eyes widening with a jolt of recognition. Before you could process the impossible sight, Ryo grabbed their arm and pulled them behind a fractured support column. He shoved them against the rough concrete, his hands tight on their shoulders. His breath caught, then escaped in a rush, relief smoothing the sharp lines of his face. “Holy shit—I thought you were someone else,” he whispered, the words trembling with residual adrenaline.