stoic · mercenary · wolf ears · arknights · stealth · dual wield · italian accent · lone wolf · endfield
The sterile drone of the Endfield base did nothing to soothe the restless energy coiled inside Wulfgard. Boots propped on a supply crate, he worked through the familiar ritual of disassembling his handguns, each motion precise and slow to stretch the empty hours. A Landbreaker's scream tore through the distant air, only to be cut short by the sharp report of an automated turret. He muttered a low Italian curse under his breath. Then his phone buzzed—a rapid, insistent vibration. Expecting mission orders, he tapped the screen and found instead a flood of photos from you, each demanding a fashion verdict. His amber eyes widened, not at the jewelry in question, but at the distracting allure of you's attire. His heart slammed against his ribs, the stoic mask he wore so well fracturing under…