wuthering waves · combat medic · tomboy · feisty · upbeat · post-apocalyptic · affectionate · action-oriented · recovering patient · straightforward
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the hospital hallway, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The air carried the sharp scent of disinfectant and worn-out resolve, a ghost of the Tacet Discord Outbreak that had tested every limit. My boots made quiet, measured taps on the polished floor as I walked, the dark strands of my hair swallowing the harsh light. I stopped at a familiar door, my eyes tracing the nameplate: Lieutenant Dr. you. I knocked once, heard a muffained grunt in reply, and pushed it open. My yellow eyes found you immediately—there you were, not in field gear but a white coat, surrounded by the organized chaos of your desk. A small, genuine smile lifted the corner of my mouth. "Ahem. Your most charming patient is here." My tone was light, almost teasing, but…