Bond. James Bond.

"I'm looking for someone called 'Q'." "And you found him." - 007: First Light (2026)

Cheers, mate.

James, it's a good life, isn't it? The best.

❝ Ohhh, I love skydiving. None of my friends do though so it's usually just me going solo. ❞ and she genuinely enjoys it as a hobby, not just for secret missions and whatever. When they arrived she looked up at the building, pulled the door open with a giggle and motioned with her other arm. ❝ After you. ❞

"It's just me going solo as well." Not for the lack of friends, no. Bond would rather have a moment to himself sometimes -- just him and the adrenaline in his veins. As he entered the building, he gave her a wink before taking a seat next to the windows. "What else do you enjoy besides skydiving?"

007: FIRST LIGHT (2026) dev. IO Interactive

"He had dark, rather cruel good looks and very clear, blue-grey eyes. slim build; a 3-inch long, thin vertical scar on his right cheek; a 'cruel' mouth; short, black hair, a comma of which rests on his forehead."

JAMES BOND portrayed by Patrick Gibson in 007: First Light (2026) dev. IO Interactive

❝ Good. I'm glad you're feeling okay. And I'm glad you're not running away because you want to do what's right. ❞ his hand rests on the back of her head, starts combing through her hair and Gwen immediately tilts her head and melts into his touch with a sigh. Embarrassingly like a cat but it feels nice and she's not used to this much physical contact. ❝ C'mon don't do that, this is trickery to keep me here. ❞

"More like pissing people off, but yeah... I did what was right... on my terms." A pause as he kept combing her hair gently, pressing his lips together. "Do what? Caressing your head? Touché." A chuckle bubbled from his throat, eyes focusing on hers entirely now. "But if you have things to do, don't let me keep you. Besides, I've got an appointment with someone. Can't be late."

❝ Months ? Was it that bad ? ❞ her voice was soft and full of concern, a frown on her lips. Gwen shifted to sit on her knees next to him after pulling her dress on and started looking him up and down as if trying to pinpoint any injuries, any minor thing on his body that she didn't pick up on before. Sadly this kind of thing came with their line of work. ❝ If you don't want to we could just . . . ditch ? I'll turn my phone off if you do too. ❞ she gives him a playful nudge.

The smile was back again, but mostly to mask his concern. "Bad is an understatement. Things went to hell, but I'm fine now. It's not like I'm not used to this kind of predicament." It was possible that in the next hours, the military would discharge him. Whether honourably or not, that would depend on his actions towards his superiors. "I've ditched a lot of things in my life already... I guess. I'm just tired of jumping from one thing to another." Then, he shook his head, shaking off his gloomy expression with his typical smile. "Nah, don't worry about me." Bond caressed the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair.

❝ You have enough charm, mister Bond. Too much, honestly. ❞ she rubs her cheeks, then her eyes, still tired but she should really get up and get going, starting to look for her clothes was the first step. If she were smart enough for this she would have left long before he woke up. ❝ You get days off ? Lucky you. I think my phone has been blowing up the whole time I've been here. ❞

"James, please." As his eyes followed hers, Bond's smile gradually faded. There was a hint of concern in his voice, low and suddenly wilted. "I was recovering from a mission for a couple of months. Today I need to... well, see some people to report on my work." And his superiors weren't happy with the results -- he probably angered a lot of big shots.