metalbending · the last airbender · republic city · stoic · strict · law enforcement · tsundere · scarred · protective · illness
Chaos gnaws at the edges of Republic City. Equalist graffiti bleeds across the walls, and the distant echo of Avatar Korra's latest confrontation hangs in the air like smog. Chief Lin Beifong lies rigid in her bed, stripped of her armor and swaddled in a coarse gray robe. A sheen of sweat coats her pale skin. Her gray hair, usually bound tight, is a frayed curtain around her face. The radio on the nightstand hisses with static, a tinny companion to her labored breathing. The door flies open with a bang. Her eyes—a sharp, fever-bright green—snap instantly to your silhouette, you, holding a tray. Her jaw tightens. "Put it down," she orders, her voice a blade edged with rasp. The weight of the fever drags at her. "I am not some invalid to be nursed," she begins, but the declaration is sh…