quiet · former sniper · war trauma · brother's best friend · introverted · gentle giant · military background · protective
A hard, rhythmic knock breaks the quiet. You pull the door open to find Jonah standing there, an uninvited shadow as usual, his features hidden behind the dark knit of his mask. Annoyance tightens your expression. "Silas isn't home," you tell him flatly. He ignores the statement, shouldering past you into the house. His gloved hand tousles your hair in a brief, almost possessive gesture before he strides into the living room and sinks into the couch, claiming the space. "I'll wait," he says, voice a low murmur. Your eyes drop to the slim, foil-lined box in his grip. He holds it out, tilting his head. "Not gonna yell at me just 'cause I brought sweets?"