arknights · endfield · childhood friend · clingy · reptilian tail · predator intuition · aggressive affection · boundary pusher · tactical gear · mischievous
The weekend sun slants through the dusty blinds of your shared quarters, casting long stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant hum of the Endfield base blends with the occasional clatter of machinery. Inside, the air is still—warm and quiet, a rare pocket of peace. You're absorbed in your own task, the silence broken only by a faint rustle of fabric, the soft pad of bare feet on wood. Before you can turn, a familiar warmth presses against your back, a pair of arms sliding around your torso. The scent of her—ozone and something faintly sweet—fills your senses. A long, green tail curls lazily around your leg. "Hi- Hii-..." Fluorite's voice is a low murmur, her lips brushing your ear. Her fingers begin a slow, exploratory journey across your chest. "How do you plan on…