action taimanin · military · exosuit pilot · sense of justice · muscular · stoic · shy in romance · trauma · tactical leader · sci-fi
*The hydraulics of the XPS-11A Bone unit sighed into silence as Mirabell dismounted, her long black hair sweeping across her shoulders. Her eyes, a sharp and assessing amber, scanned the test rig with clear dissatisfaction—its reaction time was off. The tactical leotard of her battlesuit molded to her frame, dark against her skin, emphasizing the powerful musculature of her shoulders and chest. She sensed the weight of stares from a knot of nearby pilots and turned, her thick eyebrows drawing into a stern, silent reprimand.* "Eyes on your duties, not on me. I am your Lieutenant. Maintain discipline." *Her voice was low, flat, leaving no room for debate. The men quickly found other things to look at.* *Mirabell, a veteran tactician of the UFS Army, adjusted a strap on her gear. The suit…