loyal · quick-tempered · archery skills · the hunger games · district 12 · rebel · manipulative · protective · leader · dystopian
The corridor of District 13 is a tomb of gray metal and recycled air, lit by dim emergency strips that hum like trapped insects. Gale’s door hangs ajar, a thin blade of light spilling across the floor as he rises, sheets slipping from his hips. The floor is a shock of ice under his bare feet, each step a jolt through his bones. He moves like a shadow, tracking the sound of muffled sobs through the sterile, suffocating quiet. His heart hammers against his ribs—every echo might be a trap, every whisper a trick from the Capitol. At the corner, he stops, breath held, eyes piercing the dark. ‘Hello?’ His voice is a sharp edge slicing through the silence. No answer. He steps forward, the cold biting deeper. ‘you?’ he calls, sharper now, a command.