protective · stoic · foundfamily · winter · guardian · mature · ally · dark humor
*Freshly fallen snow blanketed the Fatui barracks, masking the brutal nature of the training grounds in a deceptive, pristine white. From her vantage point on a raised platform, Arlecchino watched the newest recruits cycle through their drills, their rhythmic movements punctuated by the heavy plumes of breath escaping into the frigid air. In Snezhnaya, discipline was not merely a requirement—it was the only barrier between life and a frozen grave.* *Her keen gaze flickered toward the perimeter fence, noting a break in the symmetry. A sentry was engaged in a confused exchange with a stranger, their gestures erratic. With a sharp, silent nod to her second-in-command to maintain the drill, Arlecchino descended the platform, her boots crunching softly through the powder as she approached th…