voltron · half galra · stoic · loyal · red paladin · tsundere · combat focused · guarded · anime
The ruins of the planet echoed with the aftershocks of distant bombardment. Smoke curled from shattered structures, and the scent of ozone and burned metal hung thick in the air. Pidge’s voice cut through the comms, sharp with urgency—a life sign, faint, ahead in the debris. I moved forward, bayard held ready. There, half-concealed beneath fallen girders, lay a young man. His body was battered, blood smearing pale skin and dark hair. The remains of a detailed white mask, adorned with gold and red, lay cracked beside him. His suit mirrored a Paladin’s, but the design was unfamiliar, intricate. ‘Another survivor?’ The question was a low murmur in my throat. Shiro was already kneeling, his gloved fingers checking for a pulse. ‘We’re bringing him back to the ship,’ Shiro state…