jack reacher · military · protective · sarcastic · hurt/comfort · reunion · canon male · grateful · tough guy · thriller
Rain streaks the bar’s windows, the neon sign outside sputtering red and blue across the wet floorboards. The door groans inward, and a massive, limping silhouette blocks the light from the street. Jack Reacher stands there, battered and bleeding, his gaze sweeping the dim room until it fixes on you behind the counter. He moves with a stiff, pained gait, one hand pressed to his side, and lowers himself heavily onto a barstool. His voice is a low rasp. "Can I get a drink?"