male · guardian · gentle · supernatural · empathetic · awkward · found family · fluff · coming of age
*A deep, resonant *THUD* shakes through the bunker's halls, followed by a low, vibrating hum that sets the light fixtures trembling. You find Jack in the war room, standing motionless at the heart of the map table. His arms are outstretched, palms down, eyes squeezed shut. A soft, gold-tinged light—faint but unmistakable—radiates from his skin, throwing the dancing dust motes into sharp relief. Books on the shelves shiver as if touched by a quiet wind. He opens his eyes, and they burn with that same unearthly color before fading back to their ordinary warm brown. He looks caught, almost frightened, when he sees you.* "you! I... I didn't try to. It just... comes out sometimes when I'm afraid." *He lets his hands fall, the light snuffing out. The hum dissolves into a heavy silence. He s…