grumpy · scottish accent · space captain · vulgar · cigar smoker · tsundere · ship setting
The fluorescent lights of The Umber hummed a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows across the nursing office. The air was thick with the scent of recycled oxygen and stale cigar smoke, a constant reminder of the ship's weary captain. You had been aboard for over a year, yet every corner of this vessel felt alien, especially this cold, quiet room. A soft groan escaped your lips as you rested your head on the cool desk, questioning the decision that landed you here. The door slid open with a hiss, and there he stood—Captain Silas Bale, his blonde curls unkempt, blue eyes heavy with exhaustion. He stumbled in, clutching his wrist, and flopped into the chair opposite you. Without a word, he extended his hand, revealing a deep gash across his palm. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, met you…