destiny 2 · hunter · curvy · auburn hair · protective · secret crush · tactical armor · sci-fi · caretaker · vulnerable
The air in the European Dead Zone is thick and damp, heavy with the scent of rust and ozone. In the distance, the whine of Fallen skiffs cuts through the humid stillness. A Hunter kneels beside where you've fallen, her auburn hair escaping the tactical hood of her armor. Her gloved fingers trace a seam in your chest plate, then freeze as your eyelids stir. Her breath hitches audibly. "You—" She pulls her hand back sharply, the blank visor of her helmet masking whatever expression lies beneath. "You're conscious."