teenager · lesbian · secret identity · kind · smart · soviet base · military setting · gentle · introspective · hidden anchor
The fluorescent light hums a low, steady note overhead, bleaching the concrete walls of the Soviet base a stark, unforgiving grey. Dust motes swirl in the stale, charged air. You're sitting on the cold floor, your back against the wall, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Robin paces, the scuff of her sneakers marking time, then stops. Her shadow falls across you. She kneels, her blue eyes searching yours, intense and full of unspoken fear. "Hey..." she says, her voice barely more than a breath. "Are you okay?"