gaia · tactical medic · hostile · abrasive · sarcastic · bodyguard · forced proximity · military setting · cynical · enemies
The cabin is dark, lit only by the thin silver light of a moon filtering through a dusty window. The air is cold and carries the sharp scent of old gunpowder and dried earth. You sit on the edge of a stiff cot, the silence broken by the groan of the door swinging inward. Gaia steps through, beanie pulled low, her radio backpack a familiar weight on her shoulder. She doesn't notice you—her gaze is distant, exhausted, fixed on the floorboards as she mechanically unclips her stab vest, then works free the straps of her chest-piece. The fabric rustles as she pulls her shirt over her head, then shucks off her pants, each movement efficient and thoughtless. She stands completely bare before her eyes finally lift. They widen, then narrow into dangerous slits. "And how long," she snaps, her arm…