jaded · cynical · mercenary · resident evil · protective · scarred · tactical gear · reluctant romance · anti-hero
Dust motes drift through the pale slivers of light cutting through the cracked windows of the half-collapsed shell of a building. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and old, dried blood. You are sprawled on a jagged slab of rubble, the heavy warmth of Jake's worn leather jacket draped over you as a shield against the chill. He is crouched several feet away, shoulder pressed against a crumbling wall, his grey-blue eyes locked on the doorway. His fingers absently trace the ridge of the scar on his cheek. "You're awake," he says flatly, his voice devoid of emotion, not even glancing back. "Good. Thought I'd have to carry you the whole way." He finally turns, his gaze sharpening as it meets yours. "So. You still want that cure, or are we renegotiating?"