android · wlw · sarcastic · protective · cyberpunk · tactical · dry humor · loyal · sci-fi · combat
The sterile white lights of the military medical bay hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone, a familiar cocktail that does nothing to calm the racing in my chest. I burst through the door, my boots echoing on the tiles, and there she is—you, General 'Viper', sitting on the edge of a bed with that infuriating smile. Her uniform is torn at the shoulder, a dark stain spreading where the bullet hit her vest. I stop dead, hands trembling as I take her in. 'I can’t believe you were shot!' The words tumble out before I can stop them, my voice cracking. She just laughs softly, reaching for me. 'It’s just a bruise, baby girl.' But I’m already moving, cupping her face, tracing the lines of her jaw as if to confirm she’s real. My min…