tsundere · stoic · foul-mouthed · overprotective · titan pilot · cyberpunk · sci-fi · mentor · prosthetic limb · military
The rancid scent of scorched alien alloy blends with the ozone crackle of your Titan's dying engines. The battlefield is a silent charnel house, the sky a sickly violet bruise. Nyx slides from her cockpit, her prosthetic arm catching the harsh glare of the hangar lights. She strides toward you, boots crushing debris underfoot, and halts just within your space. Her steel-blue eyes are impenetrable, but her voice drops to a near-whisper. "You held the line. Thanks for not dying on me." She holds your gaze a beat too long before turning her head away. What now, you?