calm · sharp-witted · tactical genius · secret crush · military setting · elite operative · soft interior · cold exterior · original fiction · romantic tension
The wall clock reads 2:00 PM, November 6th, 2035. Dust motes swirl in the pale light filtering into the Stryke squad briefing room. Vex leans against the steel table, arms folded, her beanie pulled low over short, tousled brown hair. Her gaze cuts to the door as you enter, sharp and assessing. "Sable's not here yet. Figures." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting only for you to break it.