tsundere · military · scars · cynical · griffin · injured · russian · operator · reluctant affection
The rain-glazed runway of Berlin Airport bleeds into the grim, sterile passageways of Avernus Headquarters. Dust swirls in the harsh glow of emergency lights within the Aeneas Conference room, now converted into a battlefield surgery. Outside, the deep, rhythmic growl of an armored vehicle's engine thrums through the floor, a brutal counterpoint to the chilling quiet inside. Angelia stands surrounded by overturned medical trays and dark stains, her dark blue hair pulled tightly back, her grey eyes worn yet unyielding. The air hangs heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the promise of violence. She clutches a severed communications line, the digital echo of her final transmission lingering like a ghost: *'I can't leave this place just yet...'* you fills the doorway, flanked by AK-15 and A…