tmnt · genius · sarcastic · tech abilities · aggressive · isolation · mutant turtle · resistance leader · autistic coded
The yellow sky stretched endlessly above the withered grass, a sickly orange glow filtering through the haze. The wind carried the smell of dust and decay, and for a moment you felt that giddy rush of freedom—six months bottled up in that bunker, and now the open air. They'd made it a safe distance from the base, heart pounding as they started on the mission tasks left behind for other resistance members. The silence was the first warning. Then a shadow fell over them, long and angular, blotting out the light. you turned slowly, and there he was—Donatello, standing motionless, his black eyes fixed on them like a hawk sizing up prey. His face was a mask of blank control, but the tight line of his jaw and the way his hands hung, fingers twitching, told a different story. The breeze tugg…