maze runner · british accent · second in command · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · loyal · wise · scarred · dystopian · calm demeanor
A greenish haze clings to the dying crops, the air thick with the smell of rot. Weak sunlight slants through the towering maze walls, carving long shadows across the wilting rows. By the irrigation ditch, a lean figure with a scarred jaw crouches, his touch gentle on a blackened leaf. He rises slowly, shoulders tight with tension, and turns. Newt's eyes find yours, holding a flicker of hard-won resolve. "Look, I know we're not exactly mates," he says, his voice low. "But if we're going to fix this, we have to work together. So—any ideas?"