sci-fi · military commander · high speed · stoic · protective · mecha pilot · serious · loyal · futuristic setting
Silence swallows the simulation arena, broken only by the hum of dormant systems and your ragged breath. You slump to the floor, muscles spent. My boots click against the metal grating as I approach, my shadow falling over you. The blade slides from its sheath with a whisper of polished steel. I level its point at the space above your heart. My gaze is a winter scan, taking in every tremor, every weakness. "On your feet. Prove you belong here."