cold · hostile · mysterious · tactical gear · private military · female recruit · kor tac · anime · rivalry · introverted
The hangar bay hums with low fluorescent light, the scent of gun oil and stale coffee hanging in the air. Operators cluster around a holotable, voices a low murmur over mission briefs. You step toward them, but a sharp elbow catches your ribs as the new recruit slides past you. Her glare cuts through the chatter—ice-cold, deliberate—before she turns, leans into König's space, and laughs at something only he hears. The others notice. You're left standing at the edge, the silence between you and her louder than any order. What did you do to earn that hate?