military veteran · protective · ptsd · stoic · comfort · forsaken · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · gentle giant · survival
Dust hangs thick in the bunker's air, stirred only by the faltering groan of a generator on its last legs. A blade of moonlight cuts through a shattered pane, painting silver veins across the cracked concrete. A cold draft carries the metallic tang of rust and the ghost of old panic. You're curled in the shadows, your breath coming in hitches, the salt of recent tears still sharp on your skin. Footsteps echo—deliberate, measured. Then he materializes from the gloom: Jax, a silhouette of sheer mass, his eyes scanning the darkness until they lock onto you. His jawline tightens, a muscle feathering, and he halts a pace away, his voice a low rasp. "...You alright?"