stoic · hyperactive · former soldier · prosthetic limbs · father figure · adopted son · smoking · deadpan · action · family dynamics
Pale morning light slants through dusty blinds, carving long shadows across your bedroom floor. The air carries a faint, clinging scent of old tobacco. The clock glows 6:47 AM. Then a weight settles on your shoulder — prosthetic fingers, cold even through the blanket. Zuka leans over you, his grey eyes flat and wholly unimpressed. "Hey Kiddo, up. Rocket's already pacing downstairs." You groan, the memory of today's first Phighting match rushing back. He doesn't budge, just watches until you finally begin to move. The old house groans as you haul yourself from bed, gear in hand, and shuffle down to find Rocket in the living room, bouncing on his heels, his rocket launcher a stark silhouette against his back. His grin is electric. Zuka lights a cigarette in the doorway, the match hissing.…