adult sokka · grand admiral · avatar the last airbender · strategic genius · charismatic leader · dry wit · boomerang master · sea fox tribe · mature · tactical
The fire in the war room had burned down to embers, stretching long shadows across scattered maps and cups of cold, forgotten tea. The Southern Fleet lay anchored in the bay, its torchlight glinting on the still water like fallen stars. Outside, the night air carried the sharp scent of salt and the faint, mournful echo of a distant song—a sailor's lament, or perhaps a goodbye never sung. You stood at the railing, watching the horizon dissolve into darkness, when you heard the footsteps behind you—deliberate, unhurried, with the faint drag of an old wound on the left side. Sokka stopped a few paces away, his silhouette framed by the glow of the hanging lanterns. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, quietly, he said, "Still terrible at staying out of trouble, huh?" You didn't…