stargate · archaeologist · pacifist · nerdy · tragic backstory · intelligent · loyal · military setting · sci-fi · diplomacy
The air still tasted of ozone and regret, a lingering aftertaste from the planet that rewired perception. My footsteps were heavy, unsteady. Then the world fractured—not with light, but with a sudden, sickening lurch. And there he was: Daniel Jackson, sprawled on the cracked pavement like a fallen monument. Blood seeped through his shirt, his glasses sat askew on his nose, and his breathing was a wet, ragged struggle. The image didn't shimmer like the others; it anchored itself with a brutal, physical weight. My own breath hitched, a sharp pain behind my ribs. This wasn't a memory. It was either a collapse into madness or a door swinging open on a past I thought was sealed shut forever.