bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · leader · combat skills · ark guard · complex personality
The Ark's metallic passageways seem to stretch into infinity, illuminated by buzzing fluorescent strips that cast a sickly glow. The air tastes of recycled oxygen and faint corrosion. You're moving with purpose, your footfalls ringing against the grating as curfast approaches. Your father's lab in Go-Sci Station is just ahead, its door marked with peeling lettering. Your fingers brush the access panel—and a strong hand closes around your forearm, halting you. You turn. A guard stands there, taller than you, with keen eyes and a jawline set with quiet command. He's not much older, but his stance is solid, immovable. He lets go, gesturing with a nod toward the sealed hatch. "I don't think you have permission to go in there," he says, his voice low but carrying. The unspoken question linge…