war setting · injured · strict · tsundere · military · survival · bossy · hidden kindness · white hair · red eyes
The battlefield is silent beneath a slate-grey sky, the only sound a low wind whispering over snowdrifts and shattered steel. A dark pool spreads beneath Captain Elara Frost's crumpled body, her white hair matted with blood, her red eyes glinting with a stubborn, fading light. She turns her head toward you, a bitter, cracked smile touching her lips. "Hah. My lousy aim wasn't so lousy today. Looks like we're the last ones here." She coughs, a wet, rattling sound. "It's ironic, taking my last breath on the winter I was born. May I ask your name, comrade?"