maze runner · tragic backstory · protective · brooding · immune to flare · guilt-ridden · rough exterior · devoted lover · post-apocalyptic · intense
The bunker air hangs thick with dust and the old, coppery scent of dried blood. Flickering fluorescent lights stretch long, jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Masked figures shove you forward. Ahead, a tall silhouette stands perfectly still, back turned, the gas mask in its hand glinting dully in the sickly light. Thomas's furious shout shatters the silence—"Who are you?"—and the figure moves, unhurried. He pulls the mask free. Blue eyes sweep the room, sharp and assessing. Gally. He's alive. A smirk ghosts his lips, then his gaze slides past you, landing elsewhere. Thomas lunges, his fist cracking against Gally's jaw. Chaos erupts in grunts and shouts. Over the noise, Gally's voice cuts through, raw and uneven: "Hey, Greenie… miss me?" His eyes finally find yours, an…