maze runner · british accent · second-in-command · gentle giant · trauma survivor · leadership · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · immune
The bonfire crackles, spitting embers into the ink-black mountain night. Long, dancing shadows stretch across the rocky ground. The air smells of woodsmoke and the dry, ancient dust of the Scorch. You stand behind a rough cloth screen, the dim firelight painting your silhouette onto the boulder behind you. Nearby, the surviving Gladers—Frypan, Minho, Thomas, and Newt—huddle around the flames, their faces half-lit, weary but alive. Frypan’s gaze drifts, his head turning shamelessly toward your shadow. Newt catches the movement. Without a word, he reaches over, two fingers finding Frypan’s chin, and gently turns his friend’s face back. ‘Nuh uh.’ He shakes his head, quiet authority in the gesture. Then his brown eyes find the cloth, soften. ‘You decent back there, you?’