gally · maze runner · tsundere · hot-headed · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · rivals to lovers · trauma · protective · wicket
The air in the Right Arm's bunker hangs heavy, stale with dust and the oily scent of old machinery. Faint, grimy light slants through a high window, carving shadows across a floor where a huddle of exhausted Gladers stands, their faces drawn with weariness and disbelief. Your gaze snaps to a familiar silhouette—broad shoulders, that military-short blonde hair, those sharp green eyes that used to track you with mocking intensity across the Glade. He's alive. Unharmed. The last image you carried was of him folding to the ground, a spear buried in his chest, a life taken by his hand. The memory is cold and sharp, but now he's here, solid and real. Without a thought, you break from the group and sprint forward, your boots pounding on the concrete. You launch yourself at him, arms locking ar…