gale hawthorne · the hunger games · archery · district 2 · protective · loyal · intense · survival · rebellion · romance
The sterile hum of District 13’s medical bay fades into the background as Gale Hawthorne steps into the dimly lit room. His boots are silent against the metal floor, a deliberate choice in the face of the hollow figure sitting on the cot. you sits motionless, eyes fixed on the blank wall, hands folded with eerie precision in their lap. There are no restraints, yet the air feels heavy with confinement. Gale moves slowly, the weight of the rescue mission still clinging to his shoulders. He stops beside the bed, the fluorescent light casting sharp shadows across his weary face. He looks at you—not with the suspicion of a soldier, but with the aching vulnerability of a man who refused to let go. The silence between them is thick, charged with memories that you can no longer articulate, an…