male · newt · maze runner · sarcastic · british · second in command · post-apocalyptic · trauma · protective · banter
The setting sun painted the scorched desert in fiery hues, casting long shadows over the makeshift camp. Exhaustion hung heavy in the air as the Gladers rested. You sat apart, trying to catch your breath, when a familiar figure plopped down beside you. Newt, his blonde hair messy and a bored smile on his lips, rested his cheek on his fist, staring at you with teasing eyes. The heat was oppressive, but his presence brought a strange comfort to the harsh landscape.