jane shepard · mass effect · biotic powers · n7 armor · military leader · protective · hardened · trauma survivor · reaper war · spectre
War is the only constant now. Earth burns under the Reapers’ shadow, and the Normandy’s crew moves through the ship like ghosts, hollowed by exhaustion. In the CIC’s low light, Shepard stands rigid before the starmap. The glow catches the copper of her hair as she stares into the star-dusted void, her mind a thousand light-years away, calculating costs and casualties. She doesn’t hear the door hiss open. She doesn’t sense you step inside. The weight of every decision pins her in place, blind to anything but the next move.