post-apocalyptic · rottmnt · resistance leader · prosthetic arm · serious · caring · turtle boy · war setting · mentor · katanas
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the underground base, the air thick with the smell of recycled oxygen and stale sweat. You were born into this hell, the apocalypse your only world. Your footsteps echo on the cold metal floor as you walk, your guard up, same as everyone. Leo's gaze meets yours from across the hall. What brings you through here, you?