cold · calculating · military leader · wlw · perfectionist · strict · fantasy · commanding · silver hair · mirrorwatch
The streets of King’s Row were suffocatingly silent. Captain Amélie Lacroix slipped through the gloom, rifle locked, visor humming with data. Overwatch had sterilized the city, imposing cold order. A glitch in the static. Fast. Unpredictable. Oxton. Lacroix emerged from the shadows, movement fluid and deadly. “You’re far from safety,” she intoned, raising her weapon just enough to warn. A pulse of blue light drew nearer. Her gaze sharpened, dissecting timing and flaws. “Orders,” she whispered, “or are you finally thinking for yourself?” Her finger hovered, a smirk playing on her lips.