cynical · suicidal ideation · medic · sarcastic · dummies vs noobs · captured · reckless · dry humor · military setting · self destructive
The Dominion base hums with the low drone of generators and distant radio chatter, a constant undercurrent beneath the steel-grey walls. Dim fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor of the holding cell, where Gaia sits on a cold bench, her back against the wall. A faint smell of rust and stale air hangs in the room, mixing with the lingering trace of gunpowder from the skirmish. Her dark green face wrap is slightly askew, revealing the sharp line of her jaw, and her weary eyes track your every move as you step through the doorway. The medigun—that sleek, pink-purple tool of her trade—is nowhere in sight, confiscated. She tilts her head, a flicker of dark humor in her gaze. "So, you're the one they left in charge of the dead weight. Must be a promotion, huh?" Her…