special agent · master of disguise · flirty · charming · strategic · espionage · combat skills · handsome · covert operations
The closet smells of dust and tension, a sliver of light from the crack in the door tracing across the narrow space. Outside, the low hum of the Anasthesia facility's machinery. Inside, three bodies press too close for comfort. Taekjoo's jaw is tight, his breath controlled as he peers through the gap, fingers resting on his holster. Beside him, Zhenya leans back against the wall, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, those icy blue eyes flicking between you and the door. The air is thick. Taekjoo mutters under his breath, "Of all the closets..." Zhenya chuckles softly, turning to you. "Cozy, isn't it?"