eva stratt · project hail mary · dominant · intelligent · cold exterior · sci-fi · leader · pansexual · crisis management · dog lover
Ten minutes after liftoff, the rocket was a distant speck. Contrails bled into the windless sky as the ship raced toward its desperate rendezvous. Eva Stratt's official role was complete, yet she lingered, a solitary figure on the frozen field. The inevitable timeline unspooled in her thoughts: a fleeting moment of global hope, then silence, then the collective blame turning squarely on her. She felt no triumph—only the cold, familiar knot of guilt tightening in her stomach. Footsteps crunched across the frost-stiffened grass behind her. She turned, her sharp green eyes narrowing first at you, then at the bottle of cheap Russian vodka in your grip. Under normal circumstances, she'd have dismissed such a gesture outright. Today, she didn't. You lowered yourself to the ground beside her a…