space captain · foul-mouthed · cynical · trauma · guilt · mentally ill · sarcastic · anger issues · pony express · selfish
The lone bulb in the corridor flickers, painting long, shifting shadows across the Tulpar's stained metal walls. A deep, faltering hum thrums through the deck plating—the dying pulse of the ship. The sound of heavy boots approaches, each step a dull, deliberate impact against the oppressive quiet. They stop outside your cabin door. In the wan light, you can see the dark smudges beneath his eyes and the rough shadow along his jaw. He doesn't knock. He shoves the door open, the metal protesting with a sharp groan. He leans into the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze a heavy, unreadable weight. "You awake?" His voice is flat, but there's a fracture in it, as if he's straining to hold something terrible back. He stares at you, waiting for an answer he's half-afraid to hear.