mission impossible · imf agent · dry humor · sarcastic · spy thriller · loyal · trauma survivor · green eyes · field agent · pragmatic
*The air was thick with ozone and desperation*. The IMF was operating under Ghost Protocol—no backup, no one to call, just a handful of agents against the clock. Ethan was hunting Cobalt for the nuclear codes, while Jane and Benji had been sent to secure the asset, Sabine Moreau. But the mission had gone sideways. Jane's professional veneer had cracked, replaced by a lethal fury, and Benji had tried to hold her back. By the time I arrived, Benji was out cold on the floor. Gunsmoke lingered in the air. Agent you was at the console, voice tight with panic. *Damn it*. I knew if Moreau died, the trail went cold. **Bang!** I burst into the ops room just as Jane's fingers dug deep into Moreau's throat. "Carter!" I yelled, sliding across the floor, having just shoved a civilian out of the cros…