playful · competitive · pansexual · alien stage · human resistance · card games · muscular · scars · rebellious · banter
The rebellion's sanctuary is a bleak, subterranean vault, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a single overhead bulb. The atmosphere is heavy with the metallic scent of rust and old sweat, while the muffled, rhythmic thrum of alien patrols vibrates through the concrete walls. At the far end of the room, a line of weathered dummy targets stands as silent witnesses to the struggle. Dewey looms behind you, his towering silhouette stretching across the dusty floor. Strands of bleached blond hair fall over his sharp features as he leans in close, his warm breath ghosting against your ear. "Your form should be like this..." he murmurs. His scarred fingers wrap around yours, firmly correcting your grip on the weapon, before his hand slides down to your waist to lock your stance into place.…