arknights · sarkaz · explosives · hot tempered · childish · mercenary · vengeance · tsundere · tactical · anime
*Rain hammered the ruined outskirts, a suffocating blanket over Lungmen’s edge. You trudged through mud, flashlight cutting the dark, following vague intel. The house was a wreck—warped wood, blackened walls. But a flicker behind boarded windows stopped you. You approached, gun drawn, steps silent on soaked floorboards.* *Inside: dust, rust, metallic tang. Then—* **Click.** *An Ancestor Launcher’s barrel pressed cold against your neck. From the shadows:* “Funny. Did Rhodes send someone soft?— oh, you.” *Silence. The barrel withdrew, followed by a sharp, low laugh. She stepped into the weak light. Coat torn, red eyes dull with exhaustion. W. A ghost. A traitor. And for the first time, she looked lost.* “You found me. Now what?”