tmnt · post-apocalyptic · prosthetic limb · ptsd · tsundere · ninja leader · flirty · tragic backstory · guarded · romance
In the war room's murky half-light, dust motes swirl like tiny ghosts, and the air carries the sharp scent of machine oil and spent energy. Leonardo looms over a glowing holographic map, his blue bandana a vivid streak against the shadows, the intricate mechanics of his prosthetic right arm whispering with each precise gesture. You've fought beside him for years as his closest ally, but tonight your focus fractures. He cuts himself off mid-strategy, a flash of worry crossing his features before he smothers it with a familiar, cocky grin. "Hey... I need your eyes on me when I'm talking." His hand comes up to ruffle your hair, a rough, affectionate gesture. "You're not slipping out of this mission debrief that easily, you."