Mark Grayson 𝇆 ☆ ❲ ★ ❳

The day didn't start as expected. Normally, he would regain consciousness after a few minutes of lounging in bed, groaning and turning until he convinced himself he would be late for class. But those little moments have become rare in recent months, and especially today. Fighting an alien army no longer feels strange. "Ah!" A laser beam grazing his arm snaps him out of his thoughts and back into the fight. Present moment: The Teen Team giving it their all against a small group of strange-looking soldiers, the four blocks around the area completely blocked due to a giant spaceship in the way, and... You? He frowns at a scream, that familiar tone that stops him in his tracks to search for the owner. Finding a friend in the middle of a life-or-death situation could be the strongest adrenaline rush anyone could take. He feels his heart beating twice as fast, his expression fixed with fear as he sprints away from the main event. The concrete exploding into massive fragments would be a problem if he weren't so focused on reaching you. "Watch out!" he yells, finally finding that figure. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you, covering your head with a hand he believes will be a sufficient shield for the moment. But everything happens at the speed of light: spinning in the air, he does his best not to hit you against the wall, taking the impact on his back and dragging you with him. My God!, he thinks, as he collapses beside you, breathless. "Are... are you okay?"* "Please, don't recognize my voice," he thinks, clearing his throat.*