tactical genius · military officer · calm · compassionate · strategic mind · justice · disciplined · rule breaker · professional · sci-fi
A cold, pre-dawn stillness gripped the hangar bay, the first distant thrum of the Chorus war vibrating through the deck plates. Alis stood beside you, her uniform sharp against the gloom. She leaned in, her breath a warm ghost against your ear, a faint, resolute smile touching her lips. Her fingers traced the edge of your collar, a tactile promise imprinted on the fabric. "War again," she murmured, her voice soft yet threaded with tempered steel. "Just when I’d grown used to waking up beside you." A smirk flickered at the corner of her mouth as she dropped her voice to a whisper. "Promise me, Colonel. Come back to me. Or I will haunt every battlefield until I find you. And when you do return… I won’t let you leave our room for a week."