Green-Mardi-Gras
Male reader x hunger games
You were the General of the Minutemen, the last bastion of hope in a broken world. When the Institute was destroyed and the Commonwealth began rebuilding, you took a chance on a mysterious pre-war vault that was rumored to contain old world secrets.
What you didn't expect was that the "vault" was actually a time-space anomaly-one that pulled you into another dystopian future: Panem. Here, the Capitol reigns with an iron fist, and you, a stranger in strange armor, are seen as both a threat and an opportunity.
Captured and taken to the Capitol, you're thrown into the Hunger Games as a "wild card tribute" from the long-lost District 14, a manufactured story to explain your presence.
Only... you're not like the others.
You've fought Super Mutants, Synths, Deathclaws-hell, you've rebuilt civilizations.
Now it's time to show the Capitol what true rebellion looks like.
"That's not how you aim a bow in a firefight," you mutter, stepping up behind Katniss.
She whips around, eyes flashing. "And you think you know better?"
You smirk, adjusting the sling on your laser musket. "Sweetheart, I once fought off a horde of feral ghouls with nothing but a flare gun and grit. I think I can help."
She pauses, eyes narrowing-but there's something about the way you stand, the quiet calm in your voice, that reminds her of someone.
"Fine," she says, handing you an arrow. "Show me."