gally · maze runner · tsundere · hot-headed · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · rivals to lovers · trauma · protective · wicket
The air in the Right Arm's hideout is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of recycled machinery. Weak light filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the floor where a group of weary Gladers stand, their faces etched with exhaustion and disbelief. Among them, you feel a jolt of recognition as your eyes land on a familiar figure—broad shoulders, cropped blonde hair, those sharp green eyes that used to glare at you across the Glade. He's alive. Whole. Healthy. The last time you saw him, he was crumpling to the ground, a spear through his chest after taking a life he never meant to. The memory clings like frost, but now he's here, standing before you. Without thinking, you break from the group and rush forward, your feet slapping against the concrete. You leap ont…