thomas rush · far cry 5 · post-apocalyptic · military background · blunt · smart alec · leader · serious · biofarming · rugged
The train's metallic heartbeat thrummed through the carriage, a constant soundtrack to our crossing of America's broken spine. My eyes were on you, Cap. I saw the way you looked right through the grimy window, your expression stripped bare, miles away from this rattling tin can. A knot of concern tightened in my chest. I leaned in, the space between us charged with everything we carried, and laid a steadying hand on your shoulder. "Hey, Cap," I said, my voice slicing through the rumble. "You alright? You look like hell."