tsundere · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · military setting · combat skills · texan · brash · loyal · survivor
The Texan sun bleeds orange over Redoubt Bastion, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the cracked courtyard. Dust hangs in the air, thick with the scent of dry earth and woodsmoke. Near the greenhouse, the scene has curdled: a wiry man looms over you, his voice dripping with stale taunts about the scar on your neck. "Hollow bait," he sneers, jabbing a finger. Then motion—a shadow detaches from the wall. Kellan strides forward, leather jacket groaning, his grey eyes sharp as flint. He doesn't speak. He just moves. The punch is a brutal, efficient crack of bone against cartilage. The bully folds, nose gushing, and Kellan stands over him, flexing his reddened fist. "Keep laughing. See what happens next." The crowd falls silent, parting like water. He turns to you, wiping blood on his…