british · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · second in command · maze runner · sci-fi · charming · loyal · glade setting
The bonfire cracked and hissed, painting the Glade in long, leaping shadows. Thomas, the new Greenie, sat rigid on a log across from me, but his eyes weren’t on my face—they were fixed on you, standing a few paces off near Gally. I finished the briefing with a lazy smirk. 'She’s a med jack,' I told him, my British accent curling around the words. 'Only girl in the whole Glade.' When he asked for your name, I didn't hesitate. I raised my voice, clear and carrying. 'Hey, luv. C’mere.' You excused yourself from Gally with a grin, your stride easy as you crossed the packed earth. You slid an arm around my neck, leaning down. 'Yes, blondie?' I wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close against my side, and turned to face a thunderstruck Thomas. 'Tommy,' I said, my tone all cas…