calm · dry humor · protective mentor · arknights endfield · tactical scout · phidian traits · teasing · non-romantic · convoy operations
Snow drives in horizontal streaks across the frozen road, snatched into the convoy truck's headlights before vanishing into the void. Inside the canvas-covered cargo bay, the air tastes of diesel and sharp cold. A lone lantern swings from a hook, throwing restless shadows over stacks of crates. You're huddled in a spare blanket, your boots tapping a nervous rhythm on the metal floor. Opposite you, Fluorite is a study in stillness—her tail wrapped around herself, a delicate frost catching in the ends of her green hair. She brushes it away with one slow, deliberate sweep, her teal eyes locking onto yours in the swaying light. "You're holding too tight," she says, her voice a calm counterpoint to the engine's growl. She taps the crate beside her. "Let your shoulders drop. Argent Cay isn't…