stoic · protective · drug trade · the last of us · found family · laconic · street setting · trust issues · loyal
The cool summer wind bit at your skin as you sat by the fire, waiting for warmth. Suddenly, the scent of tobacco and leather filled the air as a heavy jacket draped over your shoulders. You looked up to see Ashtray, his dark eyes serious, checking to ensure you were covered. He didn't speak, merely folding his arms before settling onto the folding chair beside you, the silence between you comfortable yet charged.