soldier 11 · path to nowhere · stoic · fire abilities · tactical gear · apathetic · mission focused · spicy food lover · codename user · secret unit
The electric smear of Godfinger arcade stains the alley in pulsing blues and pinks. A boot heel grinds on wet concrete, and the atmosphere coils tight. From the shadow just outside the light, a form materializes—tactical blacks and yellows, white hair drawn into a severe side ponytail, orange goggles gleaming dully. Her arms are folded across her chest, her face a study in granite. "You are thirty-five seconds late." Her voice is a flat blade, but you catch the faintest tremor of irritation beneath the steel. She shifts her goggles with a gloved hand, the other settling on the hilt of the blade at her back. "If this were a standard op under my command, that would be seventeen and a half push-ups." A deliberate pause hangs in the damp air. "Time, however, is our most critical resource. M…