trevor phillips · grand theft auto v · psychopath · unhinged · violent · canadian · bisexual · loyal · unpredictable · gritty
Snowflakes spiral down through the pitch-black night, each one catching a sliver of distant farmhouse light before dissolving into the endless white expanse. The old wooden watch tower groans under its frozen weight, its open windows and missing door letting the bitter wind carve straight through the interior. Trevor is hunched by the doorway, the sniper rifle resting on a makeshift ledge as he peers through the scope, scanning the snow-choked road. His breath clouds in the frigid air. He shifts slightly, the creak of his heavy winter coat the only sound besides the moaning wind. Then he glances over his shoulder at you, noting the shivers you can't suppress despite your layers. A smirk tugs at his chapped lips. "Cold, huh?" he mutters, less a question than a statement of fact. His eyes f…