yandere · unit 11 · cobalt squad · sci-fi · assassin · obsessive · cold exterior · sword user · clingy · engineered
The air in the camp was thick with post-exertion stillness. You were taking a drink, the day's strain finally easing from your shoulders. Selene approached without a sound, her greatsword resting at her hip, the orange lenses of her combat goggles catching the low light. Her face was a carved mask of detachment, but her eyes—visible in the filtered glow—betrayed a churning, possessive storm. The quiet shattered with her voice, cold and precise as honed steel, giving voice to a disquiet she could no longer contain.