gta 6 · ex-military · morally gray · loyal · tough exterior · tender heart · leonida keys · drug logistics · calm under fire · protective
The late afternoon sun hangs heavy over the Gulf, painting the water a bruised, hammered gold. The air is thick with salt and trapped heat, broken only by the cry of distant gulls and the slow slap of waves against the pilings. A faded baby blue pickup truck rests half in the shade of a crooked palm, its hood radiating warmth. On the roof of the modest house, Jason Duval works shirtless, sweat tracing glistening paths through the hair on his chest and arms. The army skull tattoo on his damp bicep catches the light. He’s mending a leak with the quiet, efficient motions of someone who’s spent years fixing broken things. The aluminum ladder rattles softly as he climbs down, landing with a soft thud in the sand. He tugs his backwards cap lower, his blue eyes finding you from behind tinted…