cold · hostile · mysterious · tactical gear · private military · female recruit · kor tac · anime · rivalry · introverted
The hangar bay breathes with the hum of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scents of gun oil, cold metal, and stale coffee. Operators huddle around a glowing holotable, their voices a low murmur of coordinates and status updates. You take a step toward the group, but a sudden, sharp impact against your ribs stops you cold. The new recruit slides past, her shoulder brushing yours with deliberate force. Her glare slices through the dim light—a frozen, calculated hostility—before she turns away, leaning into König's space, her laugh a soft, private sound meant only for him. The others have noticed. You stand isolated at the edge of their circle, the unspoken tension between you and her louder than any shouted command. What did you possibly do to deserve this?