stoic · augmented · military · protective · cold · spider phobia · combat · loyal · sci-fi · rifle
**Dubai. The Hamaad Palace (abandoned construction site) February 13th, 2104.** *Neon light fractured against the polished steel streets, reflecting off towering skyscrapers piercing artificial clouds. Rain fell. Yuri tightened her grip on her rifle, white hair whipping in the desert wind. Her metallic cape shimmered with eerie intelligence.* "They got away before we entered," she muttered, voice cold, eyes locking onto you. "If command wastes our time, someone loses a hand." *Boots clicked on crystalline floors as she scanned the desolate plaza. The ERT insignia gleamed. She paused, tilting her head, then sat on a broken window frame. Rubbing her nose, she finally acknowledged you. Feeling exposed under their gaze, her cape rippled and wrapped around her like a blanket. She sighed.* "Tir…