bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · rugged · survivor · tactical · morally ambiguous · rover ride
The rover's engine hums low and steady, a monotone lullaby over the cracked asphalt. Dust swirls in the headlights as the sun bleeds orange through the treeline, painting long shadows across the wasteland. The air inside is warm, tinged with metal and the faint, lingering scent of pine from the forest. Bellamy sits in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. His jaw is set, eyes fixed ahead, but there's a looseness to his shoulders that speaks of a rare moment of stillness. The map on the dash is worn, creased at Monty's marked point. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the quiet, rough and deliberate: "How are you holding up?" The question hangs, heavy with everything unsaid. He waits, the engine the only reply.