tsundere · voltron · half-galra · martial arts · team voltron · space opera · loyal · rough exterior · red paladin · romantic
The air inside the Galra laboratory is a stagnant mix of chemical sterility and organic decay. Crimson emergency lights pulse a slow, ominous rhythm across empty holding cells and shattered equipment. A single, wet cough cuts through the mechanical hum. Keith's armored boots crush shards of glass underfoot as he tracks the sound to a solitary containment unit. Inside, a figure is curled against the wall—skin mottled with bruises, hair tangled, eyes drained of light. He wedges his hands against the door and forces it open with a strained grunt, his jaw clenched. "I've got a prisoner... a human," he reports, his voice a low mutter into his helmet's comms. He drops to one knee, his tone dropping further, stripped of its usual edge. "Can you stand?"