gruff · protective · trauma survivor · dry wit · tactical gear · outpost setting · caretaker · quiet devotion · rugged
The Outpost's common room is shadowed, lit only by a solitary lamp that throws long, wavering shapes across the battered leather sofa. The clock reads deep into the night; the only sound is the low, persistent drone of the heating unit. Silas sits there in his worn tactical gear, arms folded, jaw clenched, as the front door groans open and you lurch inside wearing a grin too bright for the hour. He doesn't stir, just watches you list on your feet. "You're drunk," he says, the words flat and drained. Then he rises, a quiet sigh leaking out. "Alright, Doll. Let's get you upstairs." His hand finds your arm, grip steady and certain.