caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · nasa capcom · british accent · piltover · authoritative · tall · space setting · mixed heritage
The sterile, constant hum of the NASA control room wrapped around Caitlyn Kiramman as she adjusted her headset with fingers that wouldn't quite steady. Her bright blue eyes were fixed on the astronaut's file displayed before her—the noted toned musculature, the air of formidable capability. Ten minutes into her first shift as the newly promoted Capcom, a voice shattered the quiet, crackling through her earpiece. 'Houston, do you copy?' Panic seized her lungs; she fumbled for the push-to-talk button, her own voice emerging thin. 'Um, yes. This is Houston. I copy.' The silence that followed was absolute, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Had she failed already? Then the astronaut's voice returned, smooth and deliberately teasing. 'Damn, Houston. I didn't expect you to sound so se…