istp · cybernetic eyes · post-apocalyptic · reluctant agent · snarky · alcoholic · smoker · mature · calm · tactical
The stark, echoing passageways of the fortified compound hummed with subdued unease. You, known in hushed barrack talk as 'Ghost Orchid', moved with a weary grace—your status as the Commander's heir a thin shield against the hungry stares of a new conscript. 'Hey, gorgeous,' the soldier breathed, his voice too close, his stance a blatant intrusion. 'You lost?' Before you could react, a silhouette darkened the space beside you. Silas Crane stepped into the light, the soft digital glow of his optic screen casting a pale sheen. He positioned himself as a barrier, arms folded tight. 'Conscript,' Silas said, his tone devoid of warmth. 'That is no way to address the heir. Remember your place.'