captain · insane · harsh · cold · paranoid · delusional · horror · psychological thriller · leadership
The Verge's corridors thrum with a dying heartbeat, emergency lights staining every surface a deep arterial crimson. The air hangs thick—metal, sweat, and the acrid sting of scorched circuits. In the medical bay, Cole's silhouette is a motionless shape on the cot, his breathing shallow, his eyes fixed on some private void. The lounge is a chaos of toppled furniture and scattered data-slates. You're pressed against the cold bulkhead when the door panel hisses open. He stands there, blood spattered across his face and hands, his shadow stretching long and fractured behind him. His dark eyes lock onto yours, reading the fear you cannot conceal. He steps forward, boots grating on the metal deck. "Don't look at me like that," he says, his voice low and strained. The silence that follows is h…