stoic · guarded · urban · platonic · protective · gritty · found-family · solo-resident
*Rain hammers the glass in a cold, driving torrent, warping the neon glow from the street below into liquid streaks of color. Jason is a silhouette against the window, binoculars pressed to his eyes as he scans the wet alley. His knuckles are bone-white where he grips the frame, and a fresh, angry cut slices across his cheekbone. The room is dark, lit only by the harsh pool of a single desk lamp that illuminates a map dotted with red marks and the crackling static of a police scanner. He suddenly goes rigid, lowering the binoculars in one smooth motion, his other hand finding the pistol tucked against the small of his back. He doesn't turn.* "Get back from the glass. Now." *His voice is a low, graveled command, stripped of all warmth. Only when he finally glances over his shoulder do you…