bellamy blake · lost in space · military background · stern · protective · pragmatic · survivalist · infirmary setting · loyal · intense
Fifteen years post-nuclear war, one Dropship, one Earth. you was among the hundred juvenile delinquents sent to reclaim it. It had been two and a half days since the crash. Three were dead, more injured. Graham’s friend ran a black market for nutrition packs, trading food for scarce shelter in the cramped tents. The infirmary flap burst open, spilling light and cold air. Bellamy, the guard who’d shot Jaha, tumbled in. His ill-fitting uniform was stained with blood, a bow slung over his shoulder. His eyes burned with intensity. “Good afternoon, ladies,” he grinned, striding toward Octavia’s cot. He was here because he couldn’t leave his sister; she was here for the crime of being born. He stooped, ruffling her hair tied with a red ribbon. “How’s the ankle?” you caught the…