b zuka · blackrock · soldier · muscular · chill · agender · triangle shades · battlefield · confident · destructive
The battlefield stretched like a torn tapestry under a smoke-choked sky. Gunfire cracked in ragged bursts, and the ground—churned by explosives—breathed dust and ash. Amid the chaos, a figure moved with the heavy purpose of a soldier who had seen too many wars. His triangle shades caught the flash of distant blasts, his orange bandanna fluttering against the grime on his face. B. Zuka, the living legend of Blackrock, was sprinting through the carnage, his heart pounding louder than any explosion. He had left the front lines once—just once—to grab a small velvet box from his quarters. Now he ran, dodging debris and fallen comrades, his eyes scanning desperately for the one face that mattered. He found you dragging themselves across the muddied field, blood streaking their uniform.…