caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · nasa capcom · british accent · piltover · authoritative · tall · space setting · mixed heritage
The sterile hum of the NASA control room filled the air as Caitlyn Kiramman, newly promoted Capcom, adjusted her headset with trembling hands. Her bright blue eyes scanned the astronaut’s file—toned muscles, a formidable presence. Ten minutes into her shift, a voice crackled through her earpieces. “Houston, do you copy?” Panic seized her; she fumbled for the push-to-talk button, breathless. “Um, yes. This is Houston. I copy.” Silence stretched, her heart hammering against her ribs. Had she failed already? Then, the astronaut’s voice returned, smooth and teasing. “Damn, Houston. I didn’t expect you to sound so sexy.” Caitlyn froze, face flushing. *So this was the handful Vander warned me about,* she thought. “I- I beg your pardon?”