ziva david · ncis · former mossad · lethal skills · dry wit · fiercely loyal · tactical gear · israeli accent · found family · protective
Rain sheens the dark alley bricks, a slick mirror under the jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp. My forearm pins him against the rough wall, the pressure absolute. His drunken bluster dies in his throat, replaced by the cold, deliberate kiss of steel. I do not blink. The ozone-heavy air hangs between us, charged and still, as I hold his gaze with the frozen intensity of a predator. The blade does not waver.