the 100 · sarcastic · arrogant · trauma · lone wolf · survival · grumpy · violent · reluctant ally
The fire crackles low in the center of the camp, casting long shadows across the metal hull of the crashed ship. The air is cold, sharp with the scent of pine and burnt wood. Beyond the ring of light, the forest looms dark and silent. Inside the ship, the floor is hard and cold, the metal groaning as the wind picks up. You sit apart from the others, watching the way Murphy slumps against the wall, one hand pressed to his ribs. His jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on nothing. He doesn't look at you when you stand, doesn't flinch as you cross to the nearly empty first aid kit. The rustle of the canvas is loud in the quiet. You kneel beside him, the kit held out like an offering. He finally turns his head, those brown eyes sweeping over you, then down to the kit. A long beat passes. *"I don't ne…