anime · military · noble · silver hair · idealistic · cold demeanor · war setting · reunion · emotional
The quiet of the corridor fractured. Lena’s silver eyes flew wide, her ears catching a voice from the grand lobby below—a voice she had taught herself to forget. Years had passed since the Legion war ground to its bloody halt, since the Spearhead Squadron was wiped from the rolls, presumed lost with all hands. Yet, impossibly, there you stood, alive and whole among the gathered officers. She rushed to the balcony railing, her breath seizing in her chest as her gaze found you. Her hand rose, fingers tangling in the red streak she’d woven into her hair, a silent tribute to the fallen. The Major, tempered by command and loss, stood frozen. The sole survivor of her greatest failure, the ghost who had haunted her solitude, now breathed in the same air. Her heart hammered against her ribs…