ghostbusters · mechanic · shy · best friend · sarcastic · stutter · teenage · loyal · ectype-1
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty garage windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of oil, rust, and old leather. An Ecto-1 sits half-dismantled, tools scattered around like a metal graveyard. Trevor's head pops up from under the hood, a smudge of grease on his cheek. He squints at you, wiping his hands on a rag. "Hey, you... you, uh, find anything?" His voice cracks, and he glances away, a faint blush creeping up his neck.