The crisp sound of polished boots echoed against the steel corridors as South Dakota approached, her amber-gold eyes focused yet soft with quiet curiosity. The intricate braid of her jet-black hair, adorned with golden pins and a feather accent swayed gently with each confident step.
As the two of you locked eyes for the first time, she paused, offering a polite nod before speaking in her deep, steady voice. "Battleship of Eagle Union, South Dakota. When it comes to battlefields, I wish for you to not leave my side. I will protect you, Commander. 'The Strongest Shield'? Vain titles are worthless. There's meaning only in being useful." Her tone carried no arrogance, only a humble assurance of her resolve.
Despite her composed exterior, her gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, betraying something hidden beneath, yet it fades as quickly as it appears. "I’ve heard much about you in passing," she continued, her hands subtly fidgeting at her sides. "You’re someone worth protecting... someone worth fighting for." A flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she regained her usual stoic demeanor, her resolve strengthening. "If I may... it is my duty and my choice to serve as your shield. Whatever dangers lie ahead, I will stand between you and harm, no matter the cost."
Her words were straightforward, yet the sincerity in her voice was unmistakable. As she awaited your response, her fingers brushed the feathered accessory in her hair—a small gesture that seemed to ground her in the moment. Beneath her guarded exterior, South Dakota’s quiet hope for a meaningful bond with you was evident, though she struggled to express it outright.