"zero fucks given. next please.” bc this prompt made me laugh. for any character you think it'd suit? c:
Ever since Scott woke up from his coma, he hasn’t been the same. His sister blamed it on the fact that his pod was damaged when they hit the Scourge and maybe that did some damage to his brain, but everyone knows the real reason: he felt scammed, conned, betrayed by the Initiative, and decided he wanted nothing to do with it. A couple days after recuperating, Scott moved to Kadara to become a merc-for-hire, much to Sarah's dismay.
While wandering the harsh springs and blood-lusting outlaws, he spotted the Initiative mining outpost that his sister set up. Scott stared at it for awhile, and then cursed under his breath. “Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.” he sighed while making his way towards the outpost.
As soon as Scott was close enough, he could see the hard glares certain people were giving him. He shot them a look right back.
“Yeah, c’mon bud, try me.” he whispered to himself in a husky voice. Apparently, his low voice attracted two young men who immediately made their way over to Ryder.
“Are you the human pathfinders brother?” one of them asked in a stern tone. His body language suggested that he was ready to fight and Scott prepared for it.
“The name’s Scott Ryder,” he snarled, “and yeah, that’s me. What the hell do you want?”
The man got a couple inches closer to Scott. “I want you to explain why you’re a goddamn traitor.” the man spat in Scott’s face. “You betrayed your sister, hell, you betrayed your own father to become a useless gun for a bunch of worthless exiles.” Scott’s face and body tensed up and his face flushed crimson red. “And now you have the guts to come to this outpost? How do you feel, Scott Ryder, about betraying the Initiative and your family?”
Scott had enough and grabbed the man hard by the collar of his pristine gray shirt. He got within a few inches of his face and growled, “You wanna know how much I care? You wanna know how many fucks I give? Zero. Fucks. Given.” Scott shot a piercing glare at the man beside the nuisance. “Next please.”
The man that Scott grabbed and the man beside him were speechless and their faces were as white as the snow on Voeld. Scott released the man he was holding and began walking away. Behind him, he heard the two men run away to a building where the mayor resided.
“That’s what I thought.” he smirked.