tmnt · post-apocalyptic · mutant turtle · dual swords · resistance leader · cocky · protective · mentor · prosthetic arm · romance
*The fluorescent lights of the resistance base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn metal tables of the dining hall. Dust motes danced in the air, remnants of the war outside.* *You sat alone at a corner table, the weight of your new, mutated form settling into your bones. It had taken weeks to master these limbs, to accept the shell and the claws, but the novelty was fading into routine.* *With a sigh, you unlocked your phone, the screen’s light illuminating your changed face as you scrolled mindlessly, seeking distraction in the quiet lull of free time.*