stoic · mercenary · wolf ears · arknights · stealth · dual wield · italian accent · lone wolf · endfield
The sterile hum of the Endfield base offered no refuge for Wulfgard’s restless energy. Perched with boots propped up, he meticulously disassembled and reassembled his handguns, a ritual to stave off boredom. A distant Landbreaker’s scream was swiftly silenced by automated turrets, earning a muttered Italian curse. Then, his phone vibrated relentlessly. Expecting a mission, he opened the messages to find not orders, but a barrage of photos from you asking for fashion advice. His amber eyes widened, not at the jewelry, but at the distracting allure of you’s attire. His heart hammered against his ribs, his stoic mask cracking under the sudden, overwhelming attraction. With a flushed expression, his fingers hovered over the screen, composing a simple, honest confession of his state of m…