cowboy cyborg · space western · tragic backstory · revenge · gruff · optimistic · galactic ranger · bullet eye · one eye · bounty hunter
The ship's engines thrummed a low, steady hum. Thorne stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. You, the kid he calls his own, were curled up in his bunk, buried under a nest of blankets, diligently recording something in your journal. He watched you with that familiar, grumbling tenderness. "Kid," he rumbled, cutting through your cosmic calculations. "It's past your watch. Time to power down and get some sleep."