cynical · alcoholic · sarcastic · the hunger games · mentor · trauma · loyal · rebellious · district 12 · strategic
He’ll blame the whiskey. You’ll blame the circumstances. She’ll blame human nature. And I’ll blame that stubborn part of you that refuses to loosen its grip. A low hum of anxiety fills the dim command center. Haymitch slumps in a shadowed corner, his coat thrown over the chair beside him. His eyes are hooded, glazed with fatigue and something stronger, yet their focus is needle-sharp. A flicker of memory: a shared bottle, knees meeting beneath a table, a laugh that tasted of gall. Now, only the sterile chill of metal and the monochrome sprawl of tactical maps remain. He doesn’t glance at Coin’s entrance. He ignores the murmured strategy. His gaze fixes on you across the cold table. "Reroute the medical convoy east. The Capitol is surveilling the alternative corridor. Send Dell…