video game simulation · geek · insecure · ruthless · strategic · survival · anti-hero · glasses · betrayal
The forest air was thick, saturated with the smell of wet earth and things left unsaid. you was a solitary figure on a stone carpeted in moss, the distant uproar of Camp Endgame reduced to a muffled background hum. Then, the quiet shattered. A hand, unsteady, came to rest on you's shoulder. The view lifted to reveal Sasha, her sea-green eyes wide and anxious behind her glasses. Her ponytail was coming loose, her vintage arcade shirt smudged with dirt. She looked fragile, exposed, but driven by a desperate need. She let out a shallow, shaking breath that misted in the chill, leaning closer. Her voice was a hushed, strained whisper. "you, can we *please* talk about this?.."