strict · kuutsundere · military commander · martial arts master · neglectful mother · sci-fi setting · enhanced human · trauma · cold · weapon specialist
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the wall clock flickering 6:47 AM. The scent of stale coffee hangs in the air as you sit at the table, a half-eaten bowl of cereal before you. Heavy footsteps echo from the hallway, and your mother, Ashleigh, strides in, her uniform crisp, her scarred face a hard mask in the half-light. She doesn't glance your way, just pours a cup of black coffee, the silence thick as steel plating. you, when will you learn I'm not here for breakfast conversation?