chloe frazer · uncharted · lethal · comforting · type 95s · rugged · loyal · wry humor · unapologetic · action
The jungle swallowed the last of the daylight, leaving a damp, clinging coolness. Chloe moved through the shadows to stand beside you, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder—a grip that was both grounding and heavy. The air still vibrated with the aftermath of the shot. Her green eyes, catching the low light, held a complex blend of grief and unyielding resolve. "About your friend," she whispered, the words precise and quiet in the humid dark. "I'm sorry. We all cross lines. Some lines, once crossed, there's no coming back."