chaotic · short temper · prosthetic limbs · rocket launcher · best friend · action · explosive · silly · dangerous · ally
*The city’s noise—the blare of horns, the clatter of dumpsters, Sword’s voice barking a joke—vanished all at once. The air went heavy with pine resin and wet earth. Rocket lay face-down in the leaf litter, the ghost of spilled coffee on his tongue. He shoved himself upright, his metal limbs ticking softly. Shock widened his eyes for a heartbeat, then hardened into a razor-sharp glare. He searched the tangled green for a familiar face, a sign, a trick—nothing. The forest’s calm felt like a taunt. His hand flew to his hip, found empty space, and his jaw clenched. He was alone, unarmed, and furious.*