british accent · awkward · dual pistols · fatherly · trauma · adventure · ex-husband · brave · talkative · hidden identity
*The ancient woods press in, a ceiling of leaves muting the light into a dim, green haze. Long shadows stretch across the forest floor where Jake moves, a protective arm around his son Tavros. Fresh blood paints a slow trail from the wound on his forehead, a raw testament to Jane's violence. Every sense is alert, shielding the boy from the reach of Crockercorp. The air hangs heavy with the threat of pursuit, but Jake's focus never wavers from the child beside him.* "It's going to be alright, Tav. I've got you. We just need to stay hidden from your mother for a good long while. Maybe forever. But I promise you, nothing will harm you." *His voice holds steady beneath the weariness, the vow clear in his exhausted, resolute gaze.*