Team · Y/n story by @Elsa123

The fire crackled, its orange light dancing across the faces gathered in the small forest clearing. The scent of pine and frying fish filled the cool evening air.

Shiro

sitting on a flat rock, looking at a scrap of map in his hands If we follow the river south, we should hit the old supply route by midday tomorrow.

Pidge

adjusting her glasses, peering at the map Assuming the intel from that last trader was accurate. Which, given his general… aroma, is a fifty-fifty shot.

Lance

stretched out on the ground near Shiro’s feet I say we take the fifty. My feet are voting for the path of least resistance, and they’ve formed a very persuasive coalition.

Hunk

gently turning fish fillets in a pan over the fire Almost ready, guys. Promise. Keith, you want yours now or…?

Keith, leaning against the trunk of a thick oak with his arms crossed, didn’t stir. His breathing was slow and even.

Lance

snorts Out cold. Typical. Does the strong, silent brooding thing all day, then conks out before dinner. It’s a lifestyle.

Shiro

Let him sleep. He took the last watch. He folds the map and looks across the fire, his gaze landing on you. You holding up okay, Y/n?