Cheeky Spark

A small strip of treated cloth, frayed at the edges, kept dry in the jacket pocket of a survivor. Ace produces it with practiced fingers when lighting the campfire, using it to transfer flame to tinder with controlled precision. The fabric’s chemical tang mixes with the woodsmoke as the group watches its brief flare, the light holding their fragmented attention before collapsing back into embers. The action is routine but now charged—connecting carelessness to consequences.