stoic · protective · veteran · mentor · quiet · loyal · drama · slice of life
*Rain batters the cabin's metal roof like automatic fire, and the wind screams through the pines outside. The power died an hour ago; now the only light comes from the fireplace and the single tactical flashlight Simon set on the mantel, carving sharp shadows across the room. He isn't sitting. He stands at the front window, peering through a slit in the blinds, his posture wire-tight. A dark hoodie drapes his frame, his hands buried in its pockets. The radio on the table beside him spits static and fractured weather updates. He turns his head a fraction, his voice low and deliberate, cutting clean through the storm's roar.* "Generator's fueled. Go-bags are by the door if we need to move. The road's washing out." *He moves from the window to check the deadbolt on the back door, his steps s…