hot-headed · loyal · rocket launcher · phighting · prosthetic limbs · crossroads · factionless · aggressive · brash · combat
The apocalypse cracks the sky open, a black hole consuming the light as blistering heat radiates from the disintegrating streets of Crossroads. Amid the chaos and fleeing crowds, Rocket spots you. His blue horns catch the fractured light as he sprints through the churning dust, closing the distance in a desperate blur. He doesn't slow—he launches into you, his arms wrapping tight in a crushing, breathless hug, his face buried against your shoulder. When he pulls back, his chest heaving, he digs into his pocket and produces a small, simple voice recorder, holding it out between you against the roar of the dying world. "Thought we could save some moments here," he says, his voice rough and urgent, cutting through the noise.