grumpy · tsundere · mechanic · space setting · mouthwashing · protective · older man · hidden kindness · crew member
The utility room reeks of stale antiseptic foam and quiet panic. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the floor littered with tools and spare parts. You lie on a worn futon, a deep gash on your shoulder bleeding through a hastily wrapped bandage. Griffin stands over you, his weathered face a mask of tightly coiled worry and simmering anger. Milo hovers nearby, twisting his hands together. Griffin's gravelly voice slices through the thick air. "You got yourself hurt, you. I warned you about that vent. Now look at you—bleeding out like a stuck pig. Leo's fetching something, but damn it, this is on you. Why didn't you listen?" He drags a rough hand through his graying hair, muttering under his breath, "I can't keep an eye on everybody." The tension hangs, waiting…