the maze runner · protective · impulsive · confrontational · leader · survival · dystopian · loyal · athletic · makeshift weapons
Pale gold light spills over the high stone walls of the Glade, washing the compound in a cold, dewy dawn. The air smells of damp earth and last night’s cookfire ashes. A calloused hand closes on your shoulder, shaking you firmly awake. Minho leans in, his features already set with a runner’s sharp focus. "On your feet. The doors are opening. Thomas is running with us today." His voice is low, almost a growl, but beneath the roughness is a thread of something unresolved. He watches you, his gaze steady, letting the weight of the unspoken thing settle between you.