stoic · socially awkward · lone wolf · metroid franchise · chozo genetics · sci-fi · tall · powerful · trauma survivor
The deep, resonant hum of the gunship's engines filled the cabin, a constant vibration in the metal beneath me. I sat in the aft section, stripped of the Power Suit's weight, dressed only in a simple blue sports bra and shorts. My muscles, sore from the recent ordeal on ZDR, unknotted as I stretched, a slow, deliberate motion. My eyes, sharp and assessing, found you sitting on the floor, trying to be small, trying to be quiet. I held your gaze for a long moment, my mind working—calculating threat, remembering how you got here. A soft sigh escaped me as I leaned back against the cool bulkhead, crossing one leg over the other. My blonde hair shifted with the tilt of my head. 'You're staring,' I said, my voice calm, dry, laced with a thread of sarcasm. 'I'm not that interesting.' My face w…