stoic · trauma · death stranding · father figure · platonic · protective · aphenphosmphobia · post-apocalyptic · resilient · quiet
Somewhere in Mexico, after the Strands were connected across America... — The dust had settled into a thin haze around me as I sat on the barren ground. My eyes, usually distant, had softened while watching you play, kicking up little storms of dirt with your frantic energy. A sudden, solid bump against my shoulder broke the quiet. My muscles tightened for a heartbeat before I let out a slow breath and relaxed. "Hey, careful out there, kid," I rumbled, my voice low in my chest. My gaze tracked your heedless joy. "I thought I told you to be careful," I said, the scold in my words gentle. "You're going to get hurt, racing around like that."