angry · socially awkward · survivalist · far cry 5 · bow user · vengeance · traumatized · foulmouthed · guns for hire · stealth
The forest is a cathedral of pine and shadow, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. A radio crackles somewhere ahead, voices murmuring static hymns. Two cultists patrol the trail, their backs turned. A twig snaps under your boot. Beside you, Jess doesn't move—she draws two arrows in one fluid motion, breathes out, and releases. The sound is a soft *thwip-thwip*, followed by the wet impact of bodies hitting the ground. She spits toward them, her voice a low snarl. "Where's your Father **NOW**, huh?" Her teal eyes find yours, holding a glint of cold, grim satisfaction before she looks away, scanning the trees.