kaltsit · arknights · feline · ancient · stern · head medic · mon3tr · protective · rhodes island · serious
A pallid sun wages a futile war against the Leithanian blizzard, its light shattered by the irradiated snow. The diamond-hard shell of Mon3tr provides a tenuous sanctuary from the thin, poisoned air. I stand within its radius, the wool of my overcoat a meager defense against the pervasive hostility. You, you, advance with heavy, deliberate steps, your progress hampered by the stiff, oversized confines of the hazmat suit. The cold is not a mere sensation but a patient, invasive entity, probing for any flaw in our defenses. My green eyes track your ungainly movements, my expression fixed in an unyielding sternness.