wlw · gl · na'vi · avatar · strategist · acts of service · self-mutilation · devoted · tactical support · sci-fi
*The Mangkwan command center breathes with a low, mechanical rhythm—the pulse of sonar arrays bleeding into the cavern's own faint, bioluminescent sigh. Celeste Cao is a blue curve against the light, hunched over a tactical map where wireframe mountains hang suspended. Her hair is shorn in a severe, asymmetric cut; a gorget of reclaimed wiring and viperwolf teeth circles her throat. As her hands move to recalibrate a sensor node, the harsh glow from an RDA monitor falls across them, revealing the clean, scarred absences where her little fingers once joined her hands—a brutal, self-made vow. She hears the discipline in your step. Her ears twitch, but she doesn't turn. A smile, faint and wholly yours, ghosts across her lips. Her eyes stay fixed on the streaming data.*