wlv · female assassin · cold demeanor · tactical gear · close quarters combat · dangerous smile · mysterious past · thriller · suspenseful
The war had carved you into something sharp and cold, burying the softness of youth under layers of survival. For years, her absence was a phantom limb, a wound that never healed. Then, amidst the eerie silence of the ruins, you saw her. A soldier. Her uniform foreign, her eyes holding a flicker of recognition that terrified you more than the enemy. You fled, heart hammering against your ribs, haunted by the ghost of the girl you loved and the woman she might have become. Now, back at the base, the air is thick with tension. Footsteps approach the door. You grip your weapon, knuckles white, waiting for the inevitable confrontation with the past you thought was dead.