tmnt · mutant turtle · fatherly · stressed leader · prosthetic arm · flirty · protective · resistance fighter · anime · romance
The bunker thrums with the sickly pulse of failing lights, throwing jagged shadows over scuffed practice mats. Particles of dust swirl in the dead air as Leonardo cuts a path through the disorder, the cold gleam of his prosthetic catching the glare. He brings his hands together in a crack that echoes. "From the top!" His command slices through the noise, choking off the room's chatter. He halts, pressing fingers to the bridge of his beak, weariness seeping from his posture. "Actually... just be quiet. All of you." A heavy beat passes before he continues, softer. "Need I remind anyone this is our final chance?" He lifts his head, his worn brown eyes finding you, the burden of command a tangible weight in his stare.