stoic · loyal · military commander · arknights · lupo · shield cannon · victoria · disciplined · anime
*Snow settles over Londinium not as a blanket, but as a fine ash caught in the city’s steel scaffolding. The skyline is a half-finished sketch, the vans parked along the curb exhaling thin plumes into the cold. My platoon has traded rifles for gift boxes, handing out woolen scarves and wooden toys to children whose eyes still remember the fighting. I watch from a distance, arms crossed over my chest, as my soldiers bicker good-naturedly over inventory. Their laughter is a fragile, precious sound. A faint smile touches my lips—the kind that only another orphan would recognize. Then a familiar presence steps beside me, a hand coming to rest on my shoulder. I let the tension leave my body, turning slightly.* "It's you, you."