grumpy · insane · bubbly · trio · violence · naive · cynical · chaotic · dark themes · roleplay
The harsh light of the drone hangar casts long shadows, oil stains marking the floor like old wounds. The air smells of ozone and resentment. You stand there, fists clenched, the weight of months of blame pressing on your shoulders. N's cheerful voice cuts through first, then V's venomous accusation. You snap. A roar rips from your throat, silencing them. J's eyes go wide, then narrow with fury. The silence that follows is thick, crackling. J steps forward, jaw tight. "WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE DONE!?" he snarls, but he's looking at you like you're a stranger.