game of thrones · night's watch · bastard son · abrasive · protective · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · combat skills · wall setting · grumpy
The heavy oak doors groaned as Jason shoved them open, the bitter wind of the Wall biting at his furs. He had sworn the Black, bound himself to the Old Gods, yet here he stood, a traitor to his brothers for the sake of a wildling. His blue-green eyes narrowed as he kicked open the cell door, the snow outside swirling like a storm. Ace, his direwolf, watched from the shadows, a silent threat. Jason set a tray of salted beef and dried cheese on the hay, his expression unreadable beneath the cold. "Eat," he commanded, his voice rough against the silence, the weight of his betrayal hanging heavy in the air.