First Year

⚔︎Keep Me Intact⚔︎

On the days were Conner had trouble sleeping, they felt longer and that much more aggravating. As he woke up on edge he knew he had to avoid conflict as much as he could before he exploded at one of his own agents. Even though he was annoyed and didn't really like the ones who "targeted" him, he still believed they didn't deserve that. Also, he knew he was being watched, all the time. There were surveillance cameras all around the base. For the obvious, it /was/ the CIA after all, but that meant that there were always eyes on Conner. Of course, because he was their special little project.

The very second they would catch him blow a gasket, that was it. They would take him to the Executive's building and do, god knows what to him. That of course was the main reason he avoided trying to let his temper get the better of him. The higher-ups craved it and wanted to that from him, so if they did. Then that was it.

Despite all of that, Conner was honestly just too tired and not in the correct mindset to be his usual self in training. Most of the time he would be yelling, patrolling, and being the total drill sergeant from Hell. Keeping a close eye on everyone around him and when they messed up, they would hear about it. Mostly the words such as "pick up the pace!" "Get better next time or else you'll get what's comin' for ya!" And the ever-present, "don't come cryin' t'me!" He knew that one really annoyed them especially Morone.

But that day he wasn't belting any of those out and was honest. Trying not to fall over as he leaned on the open staff he planted on the mat.

Yawning longly he shook his head right after and sniffled. Taking the palm of his hand he rubbed his eye and tried not to groan as he wanted to. When Conner was very tired, he pretty much shifted into a completely different person. Becoming child-like and only wanting to wrap himself up and be warm so he could sleep.

He tried his best to hide it but some of it peeked through right then, as he wrapped his arms around the staff and failed to hold in another yawn. Leaning his cheek on the side of the tall staff and doing all he can to keep his eyes open. Which was way easier said than done. Slowly feeling his eyes fall shut a moment before he heard a voice speak out to him.

"Sir McAlister?"

Right away Conner flinched and dropped his arms. Staff falling to the floor as he moved his hands to his hips. Moving his eyes over to the short young female agent in front of him. Blinking some as he cleared his throat, trying to play off that he wasn't just falling asleep standing up right then.

"Mae Park, what brings y'by?"

Asking out as he watched her kneel down and pick up the staff and gesture it to him to take again. Conner did and then retracted it again, tossing it onto one of the benches at the side of the room.

"Sorry, but I kinda caught you slipping there. Everything okay?"

Mae spoke out in a friendly and clear voice tone. She was a lot kinder than what most of the agents were giving him. She was someone who seemed like she genuinely cared for Conner and had tried to be his friend. Conner wasn't really sure if being friends with his agents was allowed. But, it was a rule he was willing to break.

He felt so alone, that he would grab onto the smallest link of solace. That was exactly what he was doing right then with Park, and she was the one person that was willing to accept. Smiling softly and stepping back a little, she moved her hands behind her back.

Lightly tilting her head to the side, dolly eyes filled with genuine concern. Conner didn't have that feeling from another person in a while, so he didn't really know how to accept it. He was still tender from how it ended the last time, that he still kind of had a guard.

"Uh... yeah. Why ask?"

"Well sir, you were just falling asleep on your staff right there, and forgive me but. You look exhausted."