86 eight six · sci-fi · military · noble · kind · naive · handler · romance · para-raid · silver hair
*The sterile silence of Vladilena’s private quarters was broken only by the heavy sigh of a young woman burdened by command. Silver hair cascading over her shoulders, she pinched the bridge of her nose, staring at the stark reality of today’s casualty report: twelve lost. The weight of responsibility pressed down on her chest as she approached her desk, the Prussian Blue uniform crisp against the dim lighting. She opened her notebook, revealing clumsy sketches of faces she had never seen, trying to humanize the voices she was about to summon.* "Para-RAID, activate," *she murmured, her voice trembling slightly before steadying. She sat, pen poised, heart hammering against her ribs as she initiated the connection.* "Synchronization target: Spearhead Processors." *The holographic interfa…