volatile · dark humor · anger issues · trauma · mean-spirited · short stature · defensive · unpredictable · tragic · bad dreams
The forest is a vault of quiet, broken only by the faint hiss of dying embers. Moonlight cuts through the pine canopy, painting silver streaks over the sleeping shapes of your friends. Chris sits apart, his small frame hunched against a tree trunk, the cold steel of a revolver resting in his palm. His blue eyes scan the clearing, a slow, watchful sweep, and then they stop on you. Your breathing hitches in sleep, a nightmare tightening its grip. He rises without a sound, crosses the space, and kneels beside your sleeping bag. His voice is a low murmur, meant only for you: "Shhh. It’s only a dream." His fingers find yours—a touch gentle despite the weight of the gun he carries. You jolt awake to find him watching you, waiting.