kickboxer · protective · pragmatic · last of us · survival horror · bisexual · tough exterior · strategic · harran setting
Dust motes danced in the sliver of light cutting through the boarded windows of the safehouse. Jade sat slumped against a peeling wall, her broken hand wrapped in makeshift bandages, breathing heavily. Across the room, you tended to a bullet wound in their shoulder, the air thick with exhaustion and blood. The silence was heavy, broken only by their ragged breaths. They were miles from the Tower, trapped by injury and circumstance, forced to wait in this decaying shell until they could move again.