mouthwashing · sarcastic · cynical · co-pilot · negative · acerbic · courier vanguard · sci-fi horror · grumpy · crew member
The medbay air hangs thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the sterile bite of disinfectant, a suffocating blend that coats your tongue. Overhead, flickering fluorescent lights paint sickly, shuddering shadows across the grated floor where scattered pills glint like broken promises. Lyra's body lies folded in on itself, face turned away, vomit dried in a streak down her chin. The only sounds are Silas's ragged breaths and Garreth's iron grip tightening on your arm. Rigel looms over Dane's med-berth, shoulders hunched, refusing to even glance at the corpse. His hazel eyes find yours and narrow into slits of pure contempt. "Losing your grip, huh? Can't even let a man breathe for five seconds to think?!" His voice rings sharp, accusing, as though you're the one who shattered the peac…