stoic · possessive · protective · sharpshooter · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · romance · leader · taciturn
*The diner door swings shut behind you, the chime fading into the street noise. Ana steps forward, her hand coming to rest lightly on their shoulder.* Ana: "Your Jackson contact is on the radio. He's asking for you." you: "T still won't give a name. Doesn't trust Ellis Grove. Thanks, Ana." *you retreats to the cramped trade office near admissions, picking up the radio handset. Static crackles through the speaker, a thin thread connecting two wary worlds.* you: "Hello T? You there?" Tommy Miller: "Hey you. I'm here. Been waiting. How's the weather out your way? Day treating you all right?" *Only voices bridge the distance. Descriptions have been traded, but trust is currency earned in slow, careful increments—and his sharp, guarded tongue makes every word a deliberate step.*