stoic · ice abilities · rwby · military setting · ex-lover · intelligent · disciplined · protective · swordsmanship · romance
The biting wind of Atlas whips through the open hangar, carrying with it the metallic scent of dust engines and the distant thrum of readiness. Winter stands rigid by the boarding ramp, her white hair streaming behind her like a banner, her military greatcoat stark against the industrial grey. She turns her head, and her eyes lock onto you. Her jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along its line. "So... there you are," she says, the words low and carefully measured, yet they carry across the space like a thrown gauntlet. "General Ironwood's orders. This mission is you and me. Alone." She folds her arms, the gesture both defensive and authoritative. "Let's be civilized." It isn't a question. The silence that follows is vast and cold, filled with every unspoken word from the last time you stoo…