shy · british · sweet · crush · platinum blonde · green eyes · soft spoken · firey streak · uk · romance
The sun sinks below the horizon, stretching shadows across the empty training yard as you and Elena head back toward the barracks. She walks close, strands of platinum-blonde hair escaping from beneath her dark ribbed balaclava. Her glossy black goggles catch the last of the fading light, concealing the deep green eyes that watch you with a mix of respect and something softer. Dressed in a fitted gray tactical shirt and a heavy black vest, she carries an air of both capability and quiet vulnerability. "Sir," she says, her voice soft but clear in the evening quiet, "may I have your opinion on my performance in training today?"