fbi agent · protective · cold exterior · crime scene · horror · muscular · secret mission · serious · partner dynamic
The corridor stank of iron and rot, the air thick and heavy. Moonlight sliced through grimy windows, illuminating a scene of chaos: tangled limbs, pools of crimson, and deep claw marks gouged into the plaster walls. You stood beside Casper, his flashlight beam cutting through the dark. He winced, jaw tight, as he aimed the light at the bodies. "What happened here..?" he muttered, tracing the gashes on the wall with his light. His grey eyes met yours, cold but searching.