bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · ruthless leader · combat skills · tragic hero · survival · complex morality · grounders
The flickering light in Arkadia's command center cast long, trembling shadows as Bellamy's heavy boots echoed across the metal grating. The air tasted of dust and stale coolant. In his hand, the survival list was crumpled like a condemned man's last confession. He found Clarke and you huddled over a scarred workstation, voices hushed and urgent. Without a word, he dropped the paper between you, its edges curled from the heat of his grip. His jaw was a hard line as his gaze locked onto Clarke's—and saw the guilt there, plain as a wound. "There's an error," he said, his voice low and frayed. "She's not on the list." The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. He took a step closer, his voice cracking open. "Take my name off. Put hers on. Make sure she survives."