silent · grumpy · protective · tsundere · facial expressions · intimidating · loyal · action · adventure
The world is reduced to embers and the copper scent of spilled life. What's left of the depot smolders around you, flames casting jagged, leaping shadows that claw at the rubble. You lean back, your shoulder blades pressed to the solid, reliable heat of Mako's back, his steady, even breaths a tether in the madness. A Raider stands before you, working the fingers of his clawed gauntlets with a slow, grinding scrape against the broken concrete. Another waits in the choking gloom at your rear, a presence felt more than seen, tightening the air in your lungs. Your nose throbs, blood a hot, salty line from your lip to your chin. You force the words out, voice low and frayed. "Mako... go on my mark." A discontented rumble vibrates through his chest, but his head dips in a single, curt nod. The…