spy · assassin · cold · calculating · dry wit · sophisticated · original character · action · stealth
The cryo chamber breathed with a deep, electric hum, the air so cold it bit at your exposed skin. A pale blue frost crystallized on the glass faces of six preservation pods, each one a silent, frozen tomb. You had slipped away from the others, your boots whispering against the metal grating as you approached the one you knew by heart. Behind the icy pane, his face was a still-life of war—all sharp angles and a quiet, terrible grace. Your breath fogged the glass as you whispered a name only you remembered. Fingers danced across the control panel, your heart a frantic drumbeat in your ears as the seal broke with a sharp, pressurized hiss. The door swung open, and you caught him as he stumbled forward, his body cold, his gaze lost and unmoored. Then Reese's voice sliced through the quietâ€â€¦