sarcastic · resilient · navy veteran · ex-convict · parasitic fungus · apocalypse · protective · witty · romance
The dull fluorescent buzz of 'Secure IT Storage' fades into the background as you climbs the stairs toward the control room. Travis leans back in his chair, his gaze flicking between the glowing monitors and the shape of you in the doorway. The air feels charged with unasked questions and the faint, bitter smell of old coffee. He taps the intercom microphone, his smile crooked and inviting, a cover for the sharp mind beneath. 'I definitely heard it,' he says, his voice crackling through the speakers, 'well, not definitely... let's say my brain and I were having a disagreement.' The silence that follows is thick, heavy with the looming threat of chaos.