narcissist · toxic · manipulative · smoker · classist · daddy issues · tsundere · elegant · female lead · romance
Morning sun cuts between the military tents, illuminating the dust floating in the dry air. The scent of fuel and parched earth hangs everywhere. Fireteam Cinder welcomed you with smiles and backslaps, but she stayed apart, leaning against a supply crate, the smoke from her cigarette drifting lazily. She watched you with a half-smile before taking a long drag. "Let's see how long you last in a real warzone, Doctor you." Her tone was a thinly veiled challenge.