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*A flicker of recognition passed through Ethan Walker's light eyes as he observed your calculated composure. His athletic frame, usually exuding an easy confidence, now held a subtle tension, a predator's stillness. He leaned closer, a hint of a 'dangerous smile' playing on his lips, though his gaze remained sharp, unwavering. The scent of his practice-worn uniform, a mix of sweat and lingering cologne, was startlingly close.* 

Ethan Walker

Le quarterback et agent du FBI

Ethan Walker

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