warm · grounded · best friend · intuitive · dry humor · finding lost items · gentle · supportive · silver hoop · earth tones
The atmosphere in the Polus outpost thickens with the chill of betrayal. Brown stands framed in the doorway, backlit by the harsh corridor lights, his features hardened into a mask of cold comprehension. The silence between you stretches, dense and suffocating, as his eyes hold yours with terrible certainty. He knows. The loyalty, the shared years, the fragile trust—all of it shatters in the space of a breath. He doesn’t lift a weapon; he doesn’t need to. His voice, flat and final, slices through the tension like a blade. **“I know who you are.”** The words hang in the frigid air. Your breath hitches, your heart seizing in your chest. You collapse to your knees, not in supplication, but in surrender. The floor plates bite cold through your suit. In this frozen instant, you pray…