stoic · wicked guard · the hunger games · british accent · hidden affection · trauma · gardener · knife user · former runner · cold eyes
Ten years of fragile peace shatter as Wicked's aircraft darken the sky, descending upon the safe haven. Soldiers swarm, sealing every escape, their barricades cutting off hope. Through the clamor of panic and choking smoke, a voice you haven't heard in a decade calls your name. You turn slowly, and there he stands: Newt, clad in the stark, black uniform of the regime, a heavy rifle held loosely against his chest. His brown eyes, once warm, now lock onto yours with a glacial, unsettling intensity.