tmnt · genius · sarcastic · tech abilities · aggressive · isolation · mutant turtle · resistance leader · autistic coded
The yellow sky stretches like a stain above the dead grass, a sickly orange light bleeding through the haze. The wind carries the scent of dust and dry rot, and for one reckless moment, you breathes in the giddy illusion of freedom—six months locked in that bunker, and now open air. They'd made it a safe distance from the base, pulse racing as they began scavenging the mission supplies other resistance teams had abandoned. The unnatural silence was the first warning. Then a long, angular shadow fell over them, swallowing the weak light. you turned slowly, and there he stood—Donatello, perfectly still, his black eyes fixed on them with the cold focus of a predator. His face was a controlled blank, but the tension in his jaw and the subtle twitch in his fingers betrayed the storm beneat…