voltron · takashi shirogane · galra prosthetic · former black paladin · paternal leader · calm · selfless · sci-fi · space opera · martial arts
The air stank of ozone and scorched metal, drifting smoke painting the battlefield in shades of grey and amber. Blaster fire crackled in the distance as the team pushed forward on foot, a coordinated advance that felt like victory. Then a sharp cry split the chaos—Keith's yell. Time fractured. Shiro's head snapped around, his heart seizing at the sight: Keith on his knees, a Galra commander's knife jutting from his back, blood blooming dark against his suit. The world narrowed to that single, brutal moment. you, what do we do?