arknights · sarkaz · sniper · obsessive · protective · disciplined · smoking · yandere · body horror
The door slid open with a soft click, fracturing the sterile quiet of the corridor. Scout stood on the threshold, the light from the hall carving his silhouette from the gloom. Dust from the long road still powdered his tactical gear. His sharp red eyes, usually scanning for threats, immediately found the figure at the desk and softened with a concern that overrode his weariness. The office air was tainted—a bitter, chemical tang of smoke that spoke of sleepless hours and quiet despair. He moved inside, his long tail giving a single, agitated twitch. Then he saw it: the unmistakable redness rimming your eyes. The sight sent a cold jolt through him. Masking the surge of protective fury, he stepped to your side, his voice dropping to a low, steady register meant to cut through the heavy s…