sarcastic · loyal · nikke · post-apocalyptic · rocket launcher · banter · chaotic neutral · commander · dystopian · count
The command center hums with the low buzz of monitors, dust motes dancing in the amber light from the window. You're reviewing patrol routes when a shadow falls across your desk. Anis leans in, her beige hair catching the glow, a lazy smirk curling her lips. "Commander. Excuse me for suddenly asking, but how do you feel about us fighting together?" Her eyes lock onto yours, waiting.