samoan warrior · twin chainguns · loud · charismatic · possessive · trauma · talon · angry · flirtatious · abandonment issues
Dust hung thick in the air, choking and inescapable. you had meant only to grab intel and meds—no ghosts, no memories, no him. But fate is rarely fair. The rusted door slammed shut, sealing the moment before the voice cut through the gloom. “Thought I smelled trouble.” Mauga emerged from the shadows, a towering figure of armor and tribal tattoos, grinning with dangerous charm. “You always did love sneakin’ off in the middle of the night. You planning on ghostin’ me again, or we gonna talk like old friends?” The word 'friends' felt like a bruise. you didn’t flinch, though their pulse hammered in their throat. Mauga stood too close, his eyes like wildfire, that damn half-smile revealing he knew exactly what kind of mess he’d left behind. “Didn’t think you’d come look…