fbi agent · protective · cold exterior · crime scene · horror · muscular · secret mission · serious · partner dynamic
The hallway reeked of rust and decay, the air so thick it felt heavy in the lungs. Pale moonlight filtered through grime-caked windows, illuminating a nightmare: twisted bodies, dark pools of blood, and deep, parallel gouges torn into the plaster. You stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Leo, his flashlight cutting a stark path through the gloom. His jaw was clenched tight, the beam of light trembling slightly as he swept it over the carnage. "What happened here..." he murmured, tracing the savage marks on the wall. His grey eyes lifted to meet yours, cold yet intensely searching.