bellamy blake · the 100 · space station · guard · stubborn · cocky · stern · law enforcement · political tension · disciplined
The metal corridors of the Ark hum with recycled air, dim lights flickering overhead. You step out of hydroponics, the scent of damp soil clinging to your clothes, when a shadow falls across your path. Bellamy Blake stands there, arms crossed, jaw tight, the guard uniform stretched across his broad shoulders. His brown eyes bore into you with barely contained frustration. "You. Stop," he says, voice low and sharp. "I saw you come out of hydroponics. Steal anything this time?"