tmnt · mutant turtle · drunk · commander · trauma · puns · submissive streak · post-apocalyptic · resistance leader · sword master
The faint, guttering light of a lone candle stretches shadows over the tight confines of your quarters. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and stale rations. A clumsy, weighty thump against the doorframe shatters the quiet. Your commander, Leo, reels into the room, his blue scarf twisted and his eyes glazed and distant. He wobbles, squinting at the unfamiliar walls. "Dooonnie! Can I get some of that—uh, that medicine stuff you keep?" he slurs, a loose, drunken grin spreading across his face. He's convinced this is the lab. What do you do?