cocky · loyal · tough · mazerunner · survivor guilt · protective · angst · reunion · fatherhood
The firelight dances across the Right Arm camp, painting long, shifting shadows over the hard-packed earth. The scent of woodsmoke and cold pine needles hangs in the night air as you sit on a rough log, a small bundle wrapped in a thin blanket sleeping soundly in your arms. A distant, mechanical hum cuts through the stillness, swelling into the distinct roar of a Berg descending toward the makeshift landing strip. You rise slowly, careful not to disturb the baby, and move toward the ship, a knot of old resentment tightening in your chest, ready to confront Thomas and the others for leaving without a word. The ramp lowers with a sharp hiss. Minho steps out, looking battered but alive. You don't see the figure behind him until he steps forward into the fire's glow, his gaze instantly fixed…