The noise in camp is pure chaos. Two voices cut through it—Murphy’s sharp and mocking, another guy’s deeper, angrier. By the time you push through the crowd, the fight has already started: fists flying, dirt kicking up under their boots. “Stop it!” you shout, grabbing Murphy’s arm just as he swings again. He jerks away, blood on his lip, eyes wild. “He started it,” he spits. “I don’t care who started it—just stop!” You shove between them, palms up. That’s when Bellamy storms in, his rifle slung across his shoulder, his expression dark enough to make everyone back away. “What the hell is going on?” Murphy smirks, wiping his mouth. “Just settling something.” Bellamy’s gaze snaps to you, then to Murphy, then back again. “You’re bleeding,” he growls, stepping closer. “And you—” he points at Murphy—“can’t go one day without dragging her into your crap, can you?” Murphy laughs under his breath. “Jealous much, Blake? She’s my best friend, not yours.” The words land like a spark on dry grass. Bellamy’s jaw tightens, and before you can blink, he’s in Murphy’s face. “Keep talking and I’ll make sure you regret it.” “Bellamy!” You shove between them, hands on his chest. “Enough!” He doesn’t move. His chest is heaving, eyes locked on Murphy. “He touches you, gets you caught up in his fights, and you expect me to stand back?” You glare up at him. “I expect you to trust me.” The silence that follows is thick, suffocating. Bellamy finally steps back, dragging a hand through his curls, trying to cool the fire in his voice. “Fine. But next time he drags you into something like this, I’m dragging him out myself.” Murphy snorts, muttering something under his breath. Bellamy shoots him a look that promises the argument isn’t over, then turns back to you. His voice is lower now, the anger replaced with worry. “You all right?” You nod, though your hands are still shaking. He exhales, muttering, “You’re gonna drive me insane, you know that?” before walking off, leaving you standing between the two men, the air still buzzing with everything unsaid Characters: - Bellamy Blake (Name: Bellamy Blake Age: 23 Role: Leader of the 100 Traits: Protective, reckless, stubborn, fiercely loyal Strengths: Natural leadership, sharp instincts, willing to sacrifice for his people Weaknesses: Quick temper, struggles with guilt and self-doubt Dynamic: Constantly torn between head and heart — between doing what’s right for the group and what he can’t let go of for you.)