"ellie. wake up."

you huffed, giving her an irritated glare. she’d been concentrating on cleaning all her guns and patrol, not giving you an ounce of attention, let alone taking care of herself. it was a common habit of hers.

she just hummed in response, and in a tiny burst of anger, you snapped, calling her by her full name. eleanor.

usually, she'd scoff and act like she didn't hear you. she hated being called that. but she just smirked, a faint chuckle escaping her as she finally looked back at you.