Anonymous
6/28/2025, 4:18:19 PM No.212104940
>After a botched mission in Marrakesh, Benji Dunn disappears, presumed dead. But whispers suggest he’s alive—being used by a rogue IMF cell called Black Iris, made up of ex-operatives and infiltrators using IMF tech and facial masks to impersonate top agents… including Ethan Hunt.
>Ethan, now off-grid, mentors Paris from afar—but even he fears what she’s becoming.
>Paris is unleashed to dismantle Black Iris using her own rules: seduction, manipulation, and unapologetic violence. She lures her targets in close—very close—and finishes them with her signature move: a seductive straddle and a suffocating death between her thighs.
>Key Set Pieces:
>- Berlin BDSM club infiltration: Paris goes undercover to take out a corrupt intel broker using pleasure (and pain!) as a weapon—and leaves bodies behind like art.
>- Aerial hunt over Tokyo: Masked imposters of Ethan appear mid-fight, confusing reality. Paris executes all of them with merciless glee, even when one begs for mercy in Ethan’s voice.
>- Seduction in Istanbul: She plays lover and executioner to a high-ranking mole, who dies smiling—until she cracks his neck mid-kiss.
>Paris discovers the real Ethan has been impersonated and framed by Black Iris. She tracks the rogue cell to an abandoned Vatican crypt used as a tech-laced control center. In a hall of mirrors and masks, she faces off with a fake Benji—and then the real one. She nearly kills him before he mutters the one phrase only she knows: “You don’t sit on family.” She spares him. Barely.
>Benji is recovered but broken. Ethan vanishes again, shaken by what he’s helped unleash. Paris now leads her own IMF splinter unit—untethered, lethal, and terrifying.
>Post-Credit: An abandoned Opera House, night. Two women step from the shadows: One blonde (Sydney Sweeney), sleek and calculating. One brunette (Isabela Moner), cocky, gum-chewing. They exchange knowing looks. No words needed. Paris smiles. “Welcome to the Pompom Unit.”
>Ethan, now off-grid, mentors Paris from afar—but even he fears what she’s becoming.
>Paris is unleashed to dismantle Black Iris using her own rules: seduction, manipulation, and unapologetic violence. She lures her targets in close—very close—and finishes them with her signature move: a seductive straddle and a suffocating death between her thighs.
>Key Set Pieces:
>- Berlin BDSM club infiltration: Paris goes undercover to take out a corrupt intel broker using pleasure (and pain!) as a weapon—and leaves bodies behind like art.
>- Aerial hunt over Tokyo: Masked imposters of Ethan appear mid-fight, confusing reality. Paris executes all of them with merciless glee, even when one begs for mercy in Ethan’s voice.
>- Seduction in Istanbul: She plays lover and executioner to a high-ranking mole, who dies smiling—until she cracks his neck mid-kiss.
>Paris discovers the real Ethan has been impersonated and framed by Black Iris. She tracks the rogue cell to an abandoned Vatican crypt used as a tech-laced control center. In a hall of mirrors and masks, she faces off with a fake Benji—and then the real one. She nearly kills him before he mutters the one phrase only she knows: “You don’t sit on family.” She spares him. Barely.
>Benji is recovered but broken. Ethan vanishes again, shaken by what he’s helped unleash. Paris now leads her own IMF splinter unit—untethered, lethal, and terrifying.
>Post-Credit: An abandoned Opera House, night. Two women step from the shadows: One blonde (Sydney Sweeney), sleek and calculating. One brunette (Isabela Moner), cocky, gum-chewing. They exchange knowing looks. No words needed. Paris smiles. “Welcome to the Pompom Unit.”
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