Director's Origins

⚔︎Cry for Help, I am not Joking⚔︎

Days had gone by and Conner still hadn't left his room once. Only to go down the hall to use the bathroom, other than that. He would rush right back in and lock the door. Locking himself in and away from the base and the responsibilities that he had to do like the new Director. He simply ignored all of the calls he was receiving, asking about where he was and if he was okay or not.

Conner wasn't really okay, once he had locked himself in his room. He took time to reflect and to allow himself to break. To be heartbroken, lost, and confused. Feeling like he couldn't really hold it in any longer. So he let himself fall, before having to pick himself back up again. A lot had happened in that last couple of weeks alone, and he was, of course, still hurting from all of it.

The love of his life walked out on him, which lead him to blind rage, following with having the entire CIA base rest on his shoulders alone. It was more than enough to take in and topping everything off, Conner was still so young.

He stayed alone with his thoughts and allowed himself to be vulnerable in hiding. He cried, yelled, threw, and broke things. Didn't get much sleep at all, and avoided everyone that tried to get near him. All of it piled up until finally, Conner came crashing down.

He knew Directors weren't allowed to really show much feeling, to always be stern and serious, to not be seen as 'weak'. Conner hated that of course but did his best to try and do just that. But, he was still a kid, so his only solution to that was to hide.

Sitting still in the middle of his bed, legs crisscrossed, room a total disaster, and the blinds covering the windows blocking the sunlight. Pretty much becoming a complete hermit, he let himself hide away as he actually became human. He knew he could never let the CIA see him break nor shed a tear. They would go mental and try their best to make him get angry and blow.

That was something he really didn't want to do, for once he didn't have the energy or spark in him to let his temper loose. It was very uncharacteristic of him, but right then that was the last thing he wanted to do. Despite them always annoying him and getting at his nerves.
It just wasn't in him.

Heaving out a long-winded sigh, Conner wiped off his face and rolled out of bed. Slowly going over to his door and going for the knob. He didn't hear anyone outside the door so he figured he was alone.

Opening the door he looked around and couldn't find a single soul. That made him breathe easier, so he quickly went across the hall and down to his bathroom. Once again locking the door behind him and turning on the water in the shower. While the water was heating up he brushed his teeth.

Getting himself out of his old dirty clothes and hopping in the shower. Adjusting the head and letting the hot water pour down on himself.
He didn't want to get lost in his head too much right then, so he washed up quickly and shut off the water. Stepping out he dried himself off and went back to his room.

Once inside, he looked over to his things and got himself dressed. Getting out a red Polo shirt, and navy blue pants. Drying off his curls to the best of his ability, and putting on his glasses. Sliding on his shoes he latched on his watch and headed back out of his room.

Heading up to the top floor again and over to his office. Taking a deep breath he unlocked the door and went inside. Natural sunlight brightened up the room, and Conner looked over to the desk. The folder still where he left it, glancing around the office, he went over to his desk and sat down.

He opened up the folder and spread out the profiles. Grabbing a pen he looked through them all again. Running a finger down each page and re-reading their skills and strengths. Picking them out one by one, Conner made a mark on the ones he had wanted to recruit.
Seeing which ones would be fit for the job and which wouldn't.