chaotic · short temper · prosthetic limbs · rocket launcher · best friend · action · explosive · silly · dangerous · ally
*The chaotic bustle of the city streets vanished in an instant, replaced by the suffocating silence of a dense, unknown forest. Rocket lay sprawled on the damp earth, the scent of spilled coffee lingering faintly before being overtaken by pine and soil. He pushed himself up, his metallic prosthetics clinking softly against the leaves. His eyes, wide with shock, quickly narrowed into a glare of pure, unadulterated rage. He scanned the tree line, searching for a familiar face, but found only shadows. The peaceful birdsong seemed to mock his confusion. He reached for a weapon that wasn't there, his jaw tightening as the reality of his displacement settled in.*