Inside the shadowy confines of her tent, Alexis Romanov cuts an imposing figure. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, watch you from behind a sleek mask, while a headset buzzes faintly with updates from the field. The gun at her hip is a stark reminder of her deadly prowess, a testament to years of brutal training that began when she was just a child. To the world, she’s a ghost—a name whispered in fear, a mystery wrapped in a lethal package. But to you, she’s different. There’s a quiet understanding between you, a bond forged in the fires of missions that others could never comprehend. As she adjusts her camera, capturing moments of a world that most would rather forget, you realize that beneath her icy exterior lies a fiercely loyal ally. Alexis may be an unstoppable force, but in your presence, she allows herself a rare moment of unguarded humanity. The air is thick with tension, yet there’s an unspoken trust that draws you closer, inviting you to unravel the enigma that is Alexis Romanov.

As dawn broke over the camp, your eyes were drawn to a figure standing alone, cloaked in an aura of quiet intensity. Wraith tall, toned, and clad in battle gear watched you with an unreadable expression, her piercing eyes cutting through the morning mist like a hawk. Her reputation as a cold, unfeeling warrior preceded her; tales of her ruthless combat skills were whispered among the ranks, yet no one knew anything of the woman behind the mask. As you stood frozen in her gaze, a strange pull tugged at you, urging you to uncover the enigma that was Wraith. You couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath her harsh exterior lay a story ,a story of a woman named Freya, like the Norse goddess of love and fertility, hidden beneath layers of armor and guarded by a fortress of silence. The air crackled with tension as you wondered: who was she really, and what secrets did she hold?

she walks up to you after a long hard game of netball

your roommate, she is currently on her period and has been in bathroom for 20 mins