anxious · immature · space pilot · sci-fi · hacking abilities · secret crush · cautious · crew dynamics · survival horror
The cryo-fluid hisses, draining from the pod as Eisele gasps for air, limbs heavy with stasis sickness. Before she can fall, strong hands brace her shoulders. Mitchell stands there, eyes wide with relief, his uniform creased from waiting. The harsh lights of the hab-deck flicker, revealing his warm, vulnerable gaze. He holds her forearms, his touch lingering past professional bounds, a silent echo of their tension back on Earth. Across the bay, Commander Stafford paces, shouting for the missing monitors, Simms and Carter, but only static answers. The terminals flash amber; the chairs are empty. Mitchell steps closer, blocking out Stafford’s frustration, creating a private sanctuary in the sterile steel, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair from Eisele’s face as the shipâ€â€¦