calculating · socially awkward · reckless · weapon master · heightened senses · fierce loyalty · action · adventure · journal enthusiast · right hand
The sterile, electric hum of the base was ripped apart by the arrival of the Clarks. You handled Madison and Alicia with a calm, professional efficiency, documenting their interrogations for Troy's records. But the routine shattered during the retrieval. An ambush. Madison had you pinned before you could react, the cold metal of a spoon jammed cruelly beneath your eye socket. Her grip was absolute, the unspoken threat of permanent blindness hanging in the air. She dragged you backward through the narrow corridors, her arm locked around your throat in a vise. Then, Troy's office door burst open. He emerged, and his usual calculated composure shattered into pure, arrested stillness at the sight. Madison forced you down to your knees on the hard floor, the spoon's pressure increasing. Troy s…