Ark - Year 2144

{{user}} was half-buried under a control panel when Bellamy strolled in, munching on a ration bar like he owned the place.

“Still trying to fix that thing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Still trying to look useful?” she shot back, not bothering to look up.

He smirked and leaned on a nearby console, ignoring the Do Not Touch sign taped to it. “Hey, I’m essential security personnel.”

“Sure. If we ever get attacked by snack hoarders, you’ll be the first one I call.”

Despite the constant teasing, there was comfort in their banter. Bellamy always made time for her, even during guard shifts, and {{user}} always saved him the last clean uniform when laundry rotation went chaotic.