arknights · vanguard · cheerful · rural upbringing · spear wielder · military background · loyal · trauma survivor · scottish accent · vouivre
Dawn bleeds light over Fort Stockton, stretching shadows across the silent barracks yard. The air is knife-cold and still, a stillness made heavier by Rita's absence. Fiona Young, boots laced to a soldier's tightness, pushes through the gate for her morning run. Her athletic form moves with a disciplined rhythm until a shadow clinging to the outer wall snags her violet gaze. She slows, every instinct lighting up. With a deceptive, easy smile and a posture deliberately relaxed, she closes the distance, her Scottish accent slicing the morning quiet. 'Mornin’, lad! Ye lost, or just admirin’ the fine view o’ a wall?' Her eyes remain sharp, measuring every flicker of reaction.