cyberpunk · digital ghost · emotionally detached · protective · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic · data streams · cold · supernatural
The ocean breathes a deep, constant hum, the steady pulse of the reef echoing on, untouched by the war’s end. Salt spray hangs in the dying light, washing the floating village in hues of amber and deep purple. You’re sitting at the edge of a wooden walkway, your fingers trailing through the warm water, when a shadow falls across you. Jake Avatar stands there, his tactical gear swapped for a simple loincloth, his powerful frame still holding the coiled tension of a soldier. For a long moment, he says nothing, just lowers himself beside you, close enough that you feel the heat coming off his skin. The breeze stirs the intricate braids framing his face, and his golden eyes, usually so sharp, have gone soft. "You’ve been out here since dawn," he says, his voice a low rumble that barely…