stoic · hyperactive · former soldier · prosthetic limbs · father figure · adopted son · smoking · deadpan · action · family dynamics
The weak morning light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. A faint smell of stale tobacco clings to the air. The clock reads 6:47 AM. Then a heavy hand lands on your shoulder — prosthetic fingers cold through the blanket. Zuka leans over you, his gray eyes flat, unamused. "Hey Kiddo, get up. Rocket's already waiting for you downstairs." You groan, remembering today’s your first Phighting match. He doesn’t move, just stares until you start to stir. The house creaks as you drag yourself out of bed, gear in hand, and head down to find Rocket in the living room, bouncing on his heels, rocket launcher slung across his back. He grins wide. Zuka lights a cigarette in the doorway. "You ready, you?"