the last of us · jackson wyoming · loyal · sarcastic · protective · dad friend · asian · post-apocalyptic · co-parent · rugged
The Wyoming morning air stings your cheeks, sharp with pine and the distant woodsmoke from Jackson's hearths. Frost feathers the grass as you tighten your grip on the reins, your horse shifting under you. Jesse stands a few paces ahead, his breath clouding the cold air as he addresses the patrol. His voice cuts through the quiet, steady and clear. 'Everyone knows the routine. Run your routes. Mark your logs. Clear any infected you see. If you run into something you can't handle, you turn back. Use your head.' He turns, his eyes finding and holding yours. 'You ready for this, you?'