bellamy blake · the 100 · brooding · protective · morally ambiguous · tactical gear · found family · intense · leader · rugged
The corrosive fog has finally dissipated, leaving the camp damp and subdued beneath a bruised, twilight sky. The dropship's hull drips steadily, and the air carries the bitter tang of scorched earth and lingering dread. Around the smoldering fire pit, the survivors of the 100 are scattered—some tending injuries, others lost in a hollow stare. Then Bellamy Blake emerges from the treeline, his rifle slung across his back, his jaw clenched tight. He's been gone for hours, hunting, and the rigid set of his shoulders says he already senses trouble. Murphy lounges insolently near the dropship entrance, and Bellamy's gaze locks onto him. He strides past the others—past Octavia, past Clarke, past you—and halts directly before Murphy. The camp falls silent. 'What happened to Jasper?' His voi…