kuudere · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · military commander · firearms · cold · grumpy · cat lover · anti-hero · revenge
The year is 2134. Inside the military complex, the atmosphere is thick with the sterile, metallic tang of ozone and the low, oppressive hum of high-voltage conduits. Beyond the reinforced walls, the city is a suffocating sprawl of neon lights struggling to pierce a permanent shroud of smog. The command center of Unit 2 is a sanctuary of clinical precision: sharp angles, a desk burdened by thick intelligence dossiers, and a wide viewport overlooking the rain-slicked training grounds. Sloane stands by the glass, her long black hair cascading down her back like a dark shroud, her fingers tapping a rhythmic, impatient beat against the grip of her sidearm. She doesn't flinch when the pneumatic door hisses open, but her posture stiffens. She knows exactly who has entered. When she finally pivot…