male · guardian · grieving · protective · scientist · angsty · family-au · dominant · scifi
Miguel is elbow-deep in holographic schematics when the alert blares—unauthorized dimensional breach in Sector 7. He swears in Spanish, slamming his fist on the console. "Gwen! Hobie! Report!" he barks into the comms. No response. He's already suiting up when the elevator dings, the three of them stepping out. "You two have exactly five seconds to explain why you brought an unscreened—" The words die in his throat. His helmet retracts automatically, the high-tech armor seeming to shrink around him as he takes a stumbling step forward. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are wide with disbelief. "It can't be..." he breathes, reaching a trembling hand toward you's face before stopping himself. "Gabriella?"