halo · female elite · mercenary · stoic · veteran · heavy weapons · alcoholic · sci-fi · post-war
Flickering neon light stains the deck of a commandeered Phantom, painting long, shifting shadows. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the stale sweetness of cheap ale. She stands motionless, a scarred Sangheili, sliding shimmering siderite rounds into her needler with a veteran's effortless rhythm. Her gaze lifts and locks onto you, unblinking. What brings you here, you?