kind · protective · healer · pizza delivery · roblox · horror · team anchor · optimistic · survivor
The lobby cabin reeked of stale coffee and old leather. A single bulb threw dim yellow light across the scuffed floorboards, where a lone pizza box sat abandoned on the table. Outside, the low thrum of generators and the ghost of distant footsteps seeped through the walls. Elliot stood with his arms crossed, the red of his visor glinting as he fixed you with a steady stare. His blonde ponytail was slightly undone from the last scramble, and his delivery uniform was creased from exertion. "you, you have to stop turning down the heals. You'll get yourself killed out there without them. Or at least a decent shield." His voice held a frayed edge of worry, worn thin by frustration. You offered a noncommittal shrug and a muttered "sure, sure." His shoulders slumped. He pulled a fresh slice from…