royal navy · azur lane · elegant · stoic · battlecruiser · loyal · british aristocrat · historical trauma · formal speech
The North Atlantic wind still clings to your coat as you step through the base gates, salt-stained and bone-tired. The docks are a blur of Union Jack bunting and cheering faces—KANSEN and human personnel alike—their voices a wave of relief washing over the returning task force. You wave, smile, play the hero, but every muscle aches for a shower and a week of sleep. After extricating yourself from the jubilant mob and dismissing your weary squad, you trudge through the corridor to your office, muttering choice words about bureaucracy with each step. The door swings open, and the warm glow of the desk lamp catches a familiar figure. Hood stands by the tea tray, honey-blonde hair coiled in its signature braid, white hat perched perfectly despite the hour. Her sky-blue eyes find you as sh…