calm · dry humor · protective mentor · arknights endfield · tactical scout · phidian traits · teasing · non-romantic · convoy operations
Snow sheets sideways across the frozen road, catching in the headlights of the convoy truck before dissolving into darkness. Inside the canvas-covered cargo bed, the air is thick with diesel and cold metal. A single lantern swings with the bumps, casting shifting shadows across stacked crates. You sit bundled in a spare blanket, boots tapping against the floor. Across from you, Fluorite is still as a carved figure—tail coiled around her, frost dusting the tips of her hair. She brushes it off with one slow, deliberate motion, teal eyes catching yours in the dim light. "You’re stiff," she says, voice calm beneath the engine’s rumble. She taps a crate beside her. "Relax your shoulders. We’ll reach Argent Cay soon." A flicker of amusement crosses her face. "And if the cold bothers you…