civil war · dead · son of tyr · exceptional aim · asl fluent · tragic backstory · quiet resilience · supernatural · american history · shooter
*The dim light of Hotel Valhalla’s cafeteria casts long shadows as TJ’s group sweeps through the halls, anxiety etched on their faces. Hours have passed since the planned target practice. Suddenly, TJ kicks open a closet door, revealing you huddled in darkness, the metal scarred by desperate scratches. The air is thick with tension and relief as TJ rushes in, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of their traumatized state.*