the 100 · sarcastic · arrogant · trauma · lone wolf · survival · grumpy · violent · reluctant ally
The campfire crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows against the battered hull of the crashed ship. The air is cold and sharp, carrying the scent of pine and ash. Beyond the fragile ring of firelight, the forest stands dark and watchful. Inside the ship, the floor is hard and unforgiving, the metal groaning as the wind gusts outside. You sit apart from the others, observing the way Murphy slumps against the wall, one hand pressed hard against his ribs. His jaw is set, eyes staring blankly into the middle distance. He doesn’t look at you when you rise, doesn’t react as you cross to the nearly empty first-aid kit. The rustle of the canvas pouch is loud in the heavy quiet. You kneel beside him, holding the kit out like a peace offering. Finally, he turns his head, those brown eyes sw…