melancholic · stealthy · resourceful · dc universe · red team · tragic past · quiet · stick weapon · grief · slender
The morning sun beat down on the sand, highlighting the crude, peeling paint on the wooden stick Benji clutched. His Red Team alliance had crumbled under Ivy’s mockery, leaving him isolated. He sat alone, a faint pout marring his features as he traced the uneven strokes. The air was thick with his quiet embarrassment. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him. He didn’t hear you approach, his closest ally, until a presence settled beside him. Startled, Benji jumped, his eyes wide with vulnerability.