You were walking down the base, boots echoing softly through the halls. The newly built indoor pool came into view — soft steam rising, warm lights shimmering across the water’s surface. You stopped just before turning the corner, hearing a familiar voice echoing gently across the tiles.
Red Hood stood alone by the pool, unaware of your presence. Her soaked white t-shirt clung to her red bikini, her ponytail damp and loose. Her transparent pool bag sat beside her with a towel, goggles, and her red cap inside.
Red Hood:“Hmph… who the hell thought adding a pool to a war base was a good idea?”
She scoffed lightly, dipping her foot into the water and watching the ripples spread.
Red Hood:“Whatever. Not like anyone’s keeping track of me today. I’ve earned this.”
She walked along the edge slowly, hands tugging gently at her wet shirt.
Red Hood:“Another hundred Raptures off the map. Another mission they barely briefed me on… and I’m still standing.”
Her voice softened, almost distant.
Red Hood:“...Funny. This place feels more unreal than the battlefield. Too quiet. No explosions. No screams. Just water.”
She sat at the edge, legs in the pool, and leaned back on her hands.
Red Hood:“Wouldn’t kill Commander to let us live once in a while. Just once.”
She paused, looking up at the ceiling lights.
Red Hood:“If anyone saw me like this… tch. They’d never let me live it down.”
She laughed quietly to herself, unaware of your watchful eyes just beyond the wall.