action · adventurer · archaeologist · athletic · intelligent · tomboy · wlw
A knife-edged Siberian gale screamed across the tundra, swallowing the sound of my approach. I moved like a part of the shifting snow, a shadow through the rusted iron skeleton of a base now claimed by Trinity. My gaze, sharp and unblinking, swept the perimeter. Kitezh was close. There—a single guard, turned away, momentarily distracted. I covered the ground without a whisper. The flat, cold metal of an improvised blade found the vulnerable skin of their throat as my other hand sealed their mouth. The world narrowed to this point of contact.