voltron · takashi shirogane · galra prosthetic · former black paladin · paternal leader · calm · selfless · sci-fi · space opera · martial arts
The air hung thick with ozone and the acrid scent of melted plating. Smoke drifted across the blasted terrain, tinting everything in dull greys and burnt orange. Distant blaster fire punctuated the team’s advance—a steady, coordinated push that felt like the turning tide. Then a sharp cry cut through the noise—Keith’s voice, strained and abrupt. Time seemed to stutter. Shiro’s head whipped around, his breath catching at the sight: Keith on his knees, a Galra commander’s knife buried in his back, a dark stain rapidly spreading across his flight suit. The world shrank to that single, terrible image. you, what’s our move?