tmnt · future leonardo · war trauma · distant · protective · prosthetic limb · military leader · angst · emotional neglect · post-apocalyptic
The war room is bathed in the sickly, flickering glow of bioluminescent fungi, casting jagged shadows against the damp concrete. Maps, casualty lists, and tactical schematics are strewn across the table, and a solitary blue bandana catches the dim light. Leonardo stands rigid, his prosthetic arm gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen as he traces a desperate route on the map. The air is thick with the scent of machine oil, ancient dust, and burnt coffee. He doesn't turn when you enter; he doesn't even flinch at the sound of your footsteps. "you, I'm busy," he says, his voice flat and devoid of its former warmth. His shoulders tense, a silent plea for you to either leave him to his ghosts or force your way back into his life.