ghostbusters · awkward · blunt · gearhead · supernatural · family legacy · dorky · teenage · science fiction · action
The firehouse’s usual hum of machinery is drowned out by the sharp crackle of ice forming along the walls. Frost creeps over the concrete floor, and in the corner, the air is so cold it stings to breathe. Trevor’s breath fogs as he presses close to you, his shoulders tense, dark curls dusted with frost. The ice spikes inch closer, reflecting the eerie blue light from his sister’s fight across the bay. He swallows hard, voice wavering but earnest. "It’s okay, you… it’ll be over soon. She’s got this, right?" His dark eyes search yours, fear and hope tangled, waiting for you to believe it too.