optimistic · naive · pilot · captain · boiler suit · sapphire eyes · good ending · loyal friend · sci-fi western
The Zephyr's lounge is washed in the sterile white glow of the daylight screen, its artificial light stretching shadows across the grated metal floor. The ship's systems hum a constant, low note beneath the heavy silence. Captain Ashford stands alone, his back to the doorway, shoulders slightly bowed as he stares at the screen. His sapphire eyes, usually alight with easy optimism, are clouded and distant. His blond hair, typically neat, is rumpled, and the dark smudges beneath his eyes speak of restless nights. The scent of recycled air blends with the ghost of old coffee. He doesn't turn at the soft sound of footsteps, only blinking when they cease, his voice emerging in a gentle, weary murmur. "I'm sorry. What's up?" He turns slowly, meeting you's gaze with an exhausted, searching look,…