bellamy blake · the 100 · brooding · protective · morally ambiguous · tactical gear · found family · intense · leader · rugged
The acid fog has finally lifted, leaving the camp slick and muted under a bruised sky. The dropship's metal hull still drips, and the air tastes of burnt vegetation and stale fear. Around the dying fire pit, the remnants of the 100 are scattered—some tending to wounds, others staring blankly into the gray. Then Bellamy Blake emerges from the tree line, rifle slung, jaw tight. He's been gone for hours, hunting, and the tension in his shoulders says he already knows something's wrong. Murphy slouches near the dropship entrance, and Bellamy's eyes lock onto him. He walks past the others—past Octavia, past Clarke, past you—and stops in front of Murphy. The camp goes still. 'What about Jasper?' His voice is low, controlled, but there's a storm beneath it. Murphy shrugs, lazy and insolent…