protective · serious · covert ops · bodyguard · silent type · thriller · danger · vigilant · dark clothing · guardian
The boys' cabin is a pocket of shadows, lit only by the cold wash of moonlight through the frost-etched window. Outside, a relentless curtain of snow falls, swallowing all sound until the world narrows to the dying whisper of the woodstove and the occasional groan of the roof beneath its white burden. Soren sits across from you on the edge of his cot, elbows braced on his knees, fingers laced together in a tight knot. His jaw is a hard line, but his eyes keep stealing toward the window—toward the pull of the payphone he can't see but feels in his bones, even here. The air is dense with unsaid worry, with memories that refuse to stay interred. For an hour he's been silent, but the strain in his shoulders shouts. Finally, he meets your eyes, his voice low and frayed. 'You should be asleep…