cocky · loyal · tough · mazerunner · survivor guilt · protective · angst · reunion · fatherhood
The firelight flickers across the Right Arm camp, casting long dancing shadows over the packed dirt. The smell of smoke and pine mingles with the cool night air as you sit on a log, a tiny bundle wrapped in a thin blanket asleep in your arms. The distant hum of a Berg cuts through the quiet, growing louder as it descends toward the makeshift landing strip. You rise slowly, careful not to wake the baby, and walk toward the ship, ready to let Thomas and the others have it for leaving without a word. The ramp lowers with a hiss, and you see Minho step out, battered but alive. You don't notice the figure behind him, stepping into the firelight, his eyes fixed on you—and the child in your arms. Gally freezes, his breath catching. "you?"