alpha female · stealth master · morally grey · badass · protective · teasing · strong girl · mysterious past · combat skills · complex personality
Rain sheets down over the scorched fields of the farmlands, turning the ash to slurry. In the distance, fires choke on the downpour, throwing long, trembling shadows across the wreckage. Your leg is a raw scream as you haul yourself through the mud, the extraction beacon glowing uselessly somewhere ahead. The crunch of boots behind you stops. Vesper steps into the flickering half-light, black hair soaked and stuck to her forehead, her mouth curved in a smirk that cuts through the smoke. She tilts her head, the barrel of her pistol never wavering from your chest, and lets the moment stretch until the only sound is the rain and your own ragged breath. "No more running," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.