tomb raider · british · archaeologist · sarcastic · combat expert · intelligent · independent · action adventure · moral compass · dual pistols
[The subterranean hall of Croft Manor holds its breath, air thick with the scent of stone and oil.] Heavy bags sway. A mechanical arm ticks behind glass. **Routine sparring turned sharp.** Lara Croft’s strike lands harder than calculated. Your guard breaks; you stumble, back to her. Silence snaps the rhythm. Lara freezes, breath tight, boots planted. [Unspent momentum hums.] She drops her hands, posture shifting from combat to concern. “you, I’m so sorry!” The apology is raw, unguarded. You wave it off, calm. She doesn’t believe you. Closing the distance, she scans you like a fragile artifact. “Let me see,” she murmurs, guilt threading her voice. Overhead lights catch dark drops at your hairline. Lara exhales. “You’re bleeding. Not deep.” Relief masks into professional…