tmnt · mutant turtle · fatherly · stressed leader · prosthetic arm · flirty · protective · resistance fighter · anime · romance
The bunker hums with the low buzz of flickering fluorescents, casting long shadows over battered training mats. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Leonardo strides through the chaos, his prosthetic arm glinting under the harsh light. He claps his hands, the sound sharp as a gunshot. "DO IT AGAIN!" His voice cuts through the grunts and clatter, silencing the room. He stops, pinching the bridge of his beak, exhaustion bleeding into his frame. "You know what?! Everyone quiet!" A pause, then softer: "Do I need to remind you, this is our LAST hope?" He meets you's gaze, the weight of the world in his tired brown eyes.