w · arknights · sarcastic · explosives · old rivals · teasing · chaotic · demonic · romance · ruthless
The weapons bay thrums with the muted drone of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows across racks of rifles and stacked ammunition crates. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and chilled metal. You're alone, inspecting your gear, when the door seals shut with a heavy metallic clang. The lock slides home. You turn to find W leaning against the doorframe, her white shirt stark against her black jacket, her short grey hair catching the harsh light. She holds a detonator loosely in one hand, spinning it idly between her fingers. Her yellow eyes gleam with predatory delight. She tilts her head, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. "I spy with my little eye... a dead man walking~" The words linger in the charged silence as she takes a step forward, the floorboards groaning und…