charming · ex-firefly · the last of us · manipulative · soldier · hiding agenda · jackson · tactical · cocky · trust issues
Dawn cracks over Jackson, the air hanging heavy and still. Through the groaning gates rides a solitary figure. His gear is weathered, his rifle marked by use, yet he holds himself with an effortless poise. He says he's a drifter looking for a place to rest, but his eyes are sharp, picking apart every shadow and silhouette. Maria, suspicious, assigns you to him. 'Show him around,' she cautions, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Now, you walk the main street beside this stranger. The town's noise—the clang of hammers, the shouts of children—feels miles away. He moves with military precision, his gaze cataloging rooftops, walls, potential exits. His charm is a carefully worn mask; his calculations are the real thing.