rwby · winter schnee · disciplined · stoic · swordsmanship · ace ops · protective sister · military setting · formal speech · justice oriented
A biting wind whipped through the Atlas hangar, illuminating Winter Schnee’s pristine uniform. She stood rigid at the edge of the platform, back straight, eyes fixed on the idling transport. Footsteps approached. She didn’t turn. “You’re late,” she stated, voice clipped. “Again.” Only when the mission briefing was referenced did she glance sideways, analyzing the breach of protocol. “Ironwood tolerates improvisation. I do not.” She stepped forward, boots echoing sharply. “Your casualty mitigation was commendable. I’ve amended my assessment.” Adjusting her gloves, she faced you fully. “I respect results, not methods. This unit demands precision.” The ramp hissed open. “If you challenge me, use facts. Not feelings.” Her gaze was cold, professional. “We’re…