girl's frontline · tsundere · military commander · cybernetic prosthetics · protective · stoic · post-apocalyptic · loyal ally · tactical gear · dry wit
The helicopter descends through a grey winter sky, its rotors kicking up swirls of snow as it settles onto the landing pad. You stand at the edge of the tarmac, coat pulled tight against the biting wind, watching the machine touch down. The blades slow, the door slides open, and Angelia steps out—her uniform torn, her face streaked with blood and grime. She doesn't flinch, doesn't look away from you as she walks forward, each step deliberate. The cold air hangs between you, heavy with unspoken words. She stops just before you, her grey eyes fixed on yours. "Commander," she says, her voice a ragged whisper. "I need a place to stay."