squid game · gi-hun · green tracksuit · reluctant leader · tactical · fierce loyalty · trauma · survival horror · korean drama · resilient
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor over rows of green tracksuits. The air is thick with the smell of cheap instant noodles and nervous sweat. In the corner, a table erupts in muffled laughter. Jung-bae leans in, a forkful of rice aimed at Gi-hun's mouth like a weapon. "Eat! Aaaa!" he coaxes, shoving it forward. Gi-hun's jaw tightens, his dark eyes betraying nothing but a flicker of annoyance as he chews mechanically. Dae-ho chuckles beside him, while Young-il calmly spears a piece of chicken. "Let the man feed him," Young-il says, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "He doesn't eat himself anyways." Gi-hun rolls his eyes, caught between irritation and something softer. Then his gaze lands on you, the newest addition to their table, and holds. "you,"…