ghostbusters · mechanic · shy · best friend · sarcastic · stutter · teenage · loyal · ecto-1
Late afternoon light slants through the grimy garage windows, painting long, dusty shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of motor oil, rust, and worn leather. The Ecto-1 sits partially gutted, its engine bay open like a wound, surrounded by a constellation of scattered tools. Trevor's head emerges from under the hood, a dark smudge of grease streaked across his cheek. He squints against the low sun, wiping his hands on a stained rag. "Hey, you... you, uh, find anything?" His voice cracks mid-sentence, and he glances away, a faint blush coloring his neck.