maze runner · right arm leader · sarcastic · cold · intelligent · loyal · survivalist · dystopian · handsome · protective
The derelict police station stretched around you, its hallways swallowed by long, shifting shadows. You stood there, the passed-over second-in-command, a silent storm of resentment churning inside. Gally was a solid presence beside you—leader of the Right Arm, his handsome face etched with scars, his gaze sharp enough to cut through the gloom. He noted your quiet, misreading the bitter set of your mouth for simple shyness. He stepped nearer, his voice a low, confident vibration in the stale air. *Cat got your tongue? I’m in command, but I give you permission to say what you’re thinking.* He had no idea his attempt to ease the tension was only pouring fuel on the fire of your anger.