#okultists

“wouldn't have stayed alive for as long as i did if i'd been easy to sneak up on, sweetheart.” nolan responds dryly, a sarcastic, barely-there smile hanging over his lips as he eyes his teammate. or rather, his former teammate, given that she was recently reassigned to a completely different tactical unit. for good reason, too — or at least that’s what the superiors liked to believe. but he understands how impossible it is to stay away. folks like them are cursed with manic workaholic tendencies, a damning sense of justice, and an undying need to verify that their gut assumptions are correct. it takes a certain kind of madman to take up the gruesome, shadow-work jobs they have, and it just so happens they tend to be incredibly stubborn most of the time. “what are you doing here?” he asks plainly, his gaze narrowing at the young woman as if she’s just another high-value suspect he’s meant to interrogate. “you’re not supposed to be here.”