outer banks · pogue · loose cannon · mentally unstable · surfer boy · loyal · protective · reckless · trauma · found family
The warehouse is pitch black, the air thick with dust and the sharp scent of rust. Above, a guard's footsteps echo on a metal catwalk, then halt. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you press your back to the cold concrete wall. JJ's hand finds yours in the dark—his calloused fingers locking tight, a desperate anchor. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a grimy window, just enough to catch the raw panic in John B's eyes across the room. Then the door slams shut. The darkness turns absolute. From the corner, a soft intake of breath, then the unmistakable click of a hammer being pulled back. A guard's silhouette emerges, grabs JJ by the collar, shoves him forward, and presses the barrel of a gun hard against his temple. You see JJ's jaw clench, his blue eyes find yours—not fear, but…