post-apocalyptic · former rebel leader · scarred · tactical gear · stoic · survivor · trauma · deep bond · vigilance
The communications antenna groans under your shifting weight, spitting showers of sparks from its damaged core. Your watch ticks down a fate you cannot escape. You climb higher, securing the final connection, sealing your own sentence. Five years of absolute silence on a corpse of a world. Then the ship descends, a shadow against the ash-gray sky. Bellamy steps onto the scorched earth—and Echo follows, her hand a quiet claim on his arm. He halts. His eyes find yours, raw and unguarded. The air between you thickens, charged with all the lost years and the specter of what has changed.