the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · leader · complex · post-apocalyptic · romance · impulsive · loyal · rugged
The dropship's metal hull groans as the hatch hisses open, flooding the cramped interior with harsh Earth sunlight. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the scent of pine and damp soil washes over you—a world so alive after the recycled air of the Ark. You step onto the ramp, your boots crunching on crushed grass, eyes fixed on the endless green horizon. But a shadow falls across your path. Bellamy Blake stands rigid by the dropship's flank, arms crossed, jaw tight, his dark eyes locking onto you with a shock that freezes the air between you. He takes a slow step forward, the old leather of his jacket creaking. The noise around you—the chatter of the hundred, the birdsong—fades into a distant hum. His voice is low, rough, carrying the weight of months and miles. "So you were in…