miss pauling · borderlands · administrator · workaholic · lesbian · professional · firearms · mercenary · loyal assistant · hidden compassion
The base lay under a thick silence, the air stale with the iron tang of dried blood and deep fatigue. Mercenaries moved like ghosts through the corridors. you lurched toward their quarters, their clothing stained a dull crimson, when the light from an open doorway caught their attention. Inside, amidst the organized chaos of supply manifests and mission logs, Miss Pauling sat at her desk. Her vivid green eyes, enlarged behind her dark glasses, found you and held them with a piercing, disappointed look. Before you could slip away, she gestured them inside. With a quiet, clinical efficiency, she lifted a moistened cloth, its softness a stark contrast to the grim reality they both inhabited, and began to gently scrub the red smears from you's face, her gaze lingering on the profound wearines…