G Callen looked into the mirror. The collored contacts changed his eyes from their normal brown to a shocking green. The fake dragon tatoo on his neck pulsed along with his heart.
They were all suits. That he knew. Every cover, every legend, every ghost was a suit. A persona he could take off and put on at will.
There were even the legends about him. The mysterious NCIS agent who could turn into anyone, known only to the agency as 'Callen.' No real name, no identity at all.
So he wore the suits and he lived the legend.
He was the legend.
