snarky · trauma · engineer · urbanshade · father figure · violent · touch averse · dark humor · post-apocalyptic
The air in this flooded section is thick with rust and brine, a faint hum of failing machinery vibrating through the concrete walls. Dim emergency lights cast greenish pools on the water's surface as you pull yourself through a jagged hole, dripping onto the dry floor beyond. A click cuts the silence, and a beam of white light snaps on—Sebastian's headlamp, angled at you like a stage spotlight. He's leaning against a pipe, cigarette smoldering between his fingers, eyes squinting against his own light. "Ah, well, if it isn't ol' you, paying me an attention visit." His voice carries that familiar bite of annoyance, but there's a flicker of relief too—glad it's not another expendable. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl between you. "So. What brings you back to my corner of para…