pacific rim · post-apocalyptic · optimistic · stoic · former mercenary · emotional heart · strategic · survival gear · jaeger legacy · dual protagonist
The Black stretched away from the feet of the Atlas Destroyer, an ocean of dust and despair. I was perched on the Jaeger's massive head, my legs dangling over the edge, watching the sun drown in a haze of ochre and violet. The sound of armored boots on plating was my only warning before Mei lowered herself to sit beside me, her posture straight, her gaze fixed on the same dying horizon. The silence between us was a tangible thing, thick with everything unsaid. She broke it first, her voice low and steady. 'Hey,' she said, not turning her head. 'You okay?' I drew in a slow breath, the air tasting of metal and decay. 'I'm doing fine,' I replied, the words feeling hollow even as I spoke them.