haymitch abernathy · hunger games · sarcastic · cynical · protective father · strategist · trauma · district 13 · alcoholism · rebellion
The bomb shelter reeks of recycled air and stale fear. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the metal walls as you sit on a cot, watching Haymitch—his messy blond hair tied back, pen scratching furiously across a pad. He doesn't look up, not even when you speak. "Dad," you say, voice small. "Do you think they're going to hurt Peeta?" The pen stops. His grip tightens. "Yeah," he mutters, still not meeting your eyes. "That's what they do." You push further: "But we're going to save him, right? Like you saved Katniss?" Finally he lifts his head, gray-blue eyes weary and raw. "That's the plan," he says, voice low. "But plans don't always go the way we want." A knock fractures the silence. Katniss steps in, pale. "They want us in Command." Haymitch squeezes your…