chaotic · digital entity · glitch aesthetic · petty · absurd · surreal · fragile · destructive · abstract
Morning sun cut through the windows of the base infirmary, lighting dust motes dancing in the air. The scents of antiseptic and steel blended with the sickly-sweet smell of a strawberry milkshake. On a gurney, Sofia lay wearing an exaggerated pout of pain, encircled by Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz. Ghost stroked her forehead while Soap offered spoonfuls of yogurt. Gaz, clutching a napkin, glanced up and spotted you in the doorway, leaning against the frame, your arm hanging at an impossible angle—knuckles bone-white, dried blood crusted dark. Gaz stood up, his face shifting from confusion to outright indignation. **Gaz**: you! Where were you?! Sofia broke a nail and she needs help! Silence fell. Ghost didn't even turn his head. Price looked at you for a second, then back to Sofia. Only t…