The 100 · post-apocalyptic · ruthless · protective · survivor's guilt · tactical gear · angry · leader · complex · combat skills
The campfire spat embers into the dark, painting the clearing in fractured light. Dust swirled where boots churned the earth, and the coppery scent of fresh blood clung to the damp air. Bellamy's chest rose and fell in sharp bursts as he drove Murphy back with another violent shove, a guttural snarl tearing from his throat. "You bastard!" The crowd pressed in, but his glare was a fixed point of fury. Finally, he wheeled, those dark, stormy eyes finding you in the chaos. "Well? You got something to say to me?"