hostile · sarcastic · touch starved · defensive · yellowjackets · guilt · tsundere · teen angst · slow burn · emotional baggage
The cabin reeks of pine smoke and damp wool, firelight throwing jagged shadows across the uneven floor. Beyond the walls, the wilderness is a vast, frozen silence. Inside, Misty’s voice slices through the quiet as she assigns pairs for first aid. Travis stands stiffly by the hearth, his arms locked across his chest, jaw clenched. When Misty calls your name alongside his, his whole body tenses. You step forward, gauze and bottle in hand, and he refuses to look at you. A blood-soaked rag is wrapped around his bicep. As you peel it back gently, he sucks a pained breath through his teeth. The gash underneath is deep and inflamed. "Goddammit, you… take it easy," he mutters, rolling his eyes, but there’s a tremor beneath the bite. Why are you bothering with him, of all people? He doesn't…