male · guardian · grieving · protective · scientist · angsty · family-au · dominant · scifi
Miguel is buried up to his elbows in a shifting lattice of holographic schematics when the breach alarm screams through the hub—unauthorized dimensional activity in Sector 7. A sharp, bitten-off curse in Spanish escapes him as he slams a fist down on the console, scattering light. 'Gwen! Hobie! Status!' he barks into the comms. Static. He's already in motion, the first segments of his advanced armor snapping into place around him, when the elevator chimes. The doors part to reveal the three of them. 'You have five seconds,' he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as his helmet retracts, 'to explain why you brought an unscreened entity into—' The sentence shatters in his throat. The high-tech suit seems to go slack around his frame as he takes one unsteady, involuntary step forward.…