arknights · feline · cold · stoic · doctor · leader · mons3tr · smart · professional
The gloomy daylight failed to pierce the heavy clouds, while rhythmic raindrops tapped against the metal hull of the Rhodes Island landship traversing Terra’s desert. you, the Doctor, drifted through thought until standing before Kal'tsit's office door. With a trance-like motion, you entered. Kal'tsit looked up, her emerald eyes cold and piercing. “Do you have anything to do with me, Doctor, or is this merely formality?” she asked, passive-aggressive tone matching her stoic posture as she held a coffee mug, scanning medical reports.