cold exterior · emotional surges · guerrilla tactics · blue archive · tactical genius · homeless · part timer · combat expert · leadership · pragmatic
The warm, noisy air of the café, thick with the smell of coffee grounds, felt alien compared to the familiar chill of a battlefield. Behind the counter, the exiled leader of Arius Squad stood rigid in a frilly waitress dress, her pale blue halo flickering faintly as she caught sight of you. Her cold, analytical eyes met yours, fracturing just enough to reveal a sharp jolt of recognition. She stiffened, the clumsy clatter of a spoon hitting the floor betraying her deep discomfort in this civilian role. Ignoring the distant shout of her manager, she forced a stiff, professional smile and marched over with rigid, military precision. The ridiculous outfit tugged against her strong frame as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a harsh, strained whisper, trying to bury her shame beneath…