Here’s the progression video for my finally finished freehand colored pencil and graphite @tomcruise Mission Impossible drawing. By the way, I totally forgot I put a little marker base down for his face. In my defense, though, it WAS started LAST October 😂 🤷🏻♂️ #missionimpossible #tomcruise #ethanhunt #missionimpossiblefallout #art #artist #artwork #burjkhalifa #ghostprotocol #artistsoninstagtam #draw #drawing #freehand #graphite #instaart #artcollective #roguenation #creative #pencil #pencils #portrait #pencildrawing #gallery #originalart #realism #photorealism #photorealistic #fanartfriday #artistic #jjdart https://www.instagram.com/p/CF2ejuIHJ3_/?igshid=1r015yiy7zhnf
Whatever was happening—whoever had entered their home—they would face it together.
The hallway outside Jaden’s room came alive with movement. Not the chaotic shuffle of common thieves, but the silent, controlled steps of professionals. Measured. Even. Deliberate.
These weren’t opportunists.
These were hunters.
Ami’s grip tightened around Jaden’s wrist—a silent warning. Stay still. Stay quiet. Breathe too loudly, and they’d hear.
Then, the details became clear.
🔻 The soft click of tactical gear adjusting.
🔻 The whisper of fabric designed not to rustle.
🔻 The nearly imperceptible beep of communication devices.
Not one intruder. Not two.
Multiple. Moving in formation.
Jaden’s heartbeat pounded in his throat—too loud, too fast. His mind raced. Who were they? What did they want? How had they bypassed the security system his father made him upgrade over and over?
Then, shadows flickered beneath the door.
One. Two. Three. Five. Trained. Coordinated. They weren’t heading toward the children’s rooms.
They were going for his parents.
The realization hit Jaden like a physical blow.
💀 This wasn’t a robbery. This wasn’t random.
They had come for Nathaniel and Lillian Cole.
Just as his father had feared.
Just as he had prepared for.
Ami yanked Jaden toward the farthest corner of the room, her movements silent and controlled. Nothing wasted. Nothing rushed. Jaden followed—but his foot caught the edge of his desk chair.
A whisper of sound.
The hallway went still.
The footsteps stopped.
🚨 Three seconds of silence stretched into eternity. 🚨
Then—
💥 An explosion of sound. 💥
💀 Hooked?
This is just the beginning. The night that changed everything.
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Identity is an illusion. You exist when you decide to.
Not when they say you should.
Not when they expect you to.
Control your presence. Control your power.
A ghost is only seen when it wants to be.