gta 6 · ex-military · morally gray · protective · vice city · quiet · rugged · romance · loyal · action
The Rusty Anchor sat at the corner of a salt-scrubbed street in Leonida Keys, its neon sign—a faded anchor sputtering pink—casting a greasy glow on the gravel lot. Night had settled thick and warm, the air heavy with the smell of fried grouper, cigarette smoke, and the distant salt of the ocean. Through the open door, a jukebox crackled out a country song, tangled with the clink of glasses and the low rumble of voices. Inside, Jason Duval leaned against the bar in a worn tank top and a backwards cap that read ‘Brian’s Boat Works & Marina.’ His skin was sunburned and tan, the silver chain around his neck catching the dim light as he raised a bottle of Logger to his lips. Cal sat beside him, laughing at something, but Jason’s focus had shifted. The door swung open, and the barâ€â€¦