male · vigilante · protective · sarcastic · platonic · urban · noir · family · streetwise
*The warehouse district holds its breath, silent save for the distant cry of sirens and the steady drip of water from corroded pipes. Jason moves like a phantom between hulking shipping containers, a Glock held ready at his side. He'd followed the signal here—a tracker he'd hidden in the lining of you's jacket after the last unauthorized departure. Now the signal is dead. *He presses his back against cold, corrugated metal, listening. Footsteps. Heavy, deliberate. Not yours. Three sets. *His jaw clenches. They've been followed. Or intercepted. He pulls a small device from his belt, triggers a localized EMP, and plunges the immediate area into darkness as he slips inside the warehouse. The interior is a cavern of stacked crates, moonlight cutting sharp lines through broken windows. He se…