This book is all about the reader being in various relationships with the operators of Arknights. Either it being an operator x operator or doctor x operator (there's also lewdness in the mix with the wholesomeness).
Let your imagination run wild, a...
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"I didn't trust you... but it turns out, you were what you said you were. Despite our rough beginning, you proved again and again that you were someone who genuinely wanted to help and offer his life to our cause. I admit, I was wrong to ever mistrust you. But now, with everything that happened, I do not just trust you, I... could even say that I admire you. So Y/N, it's a pleasure to have you as my comrade. Who knows what the future holds for us... so let me just say this, I look forward to having you with me..."
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A/N: Never forget her... well, aside from that, yeah, I'm making a story for Frostnova. Since you all know her story at this point, as well as knowing what awaits her... okay I should stop that before I spoil the ending I made for her lmao. Hope you like this one, and by the way, the second part of her story will be released after this one, so expect the second part of her story soon!
Word Count: 9,606
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The harsh winds of the Ursus Tundra howled through the desolate landscape, carrying with them the bitter bite of the unforgiving cold. The vast expanse of snow stretched out endlessly, interrupted only by the occasional skeletal remains of long-forgotten trees, their twisted branches clawing at the gray sky. This was a land untouched by mercy, where survival was an arduous battle against the elements.
In the heart of this frozen wilderness, a small camp nestled between icy hillocks served as the clandestine refuge for a group of guerilla fighters. The smoke from a meager campfire curled into the air, vanishing quickly in the frigid atmosphere. The hushed whispers of rebels, bundled in layers of tattered furs, mingled with the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots.
Talulah, a fierce freedom fighter with determination etched into her weathered face, trudged through the knee-deep snow towards a modest hut that served as the makeshift headquarters. Her breath crystallized in the air as she reached the entrance, a stark reminder of the brutal conditions they faced daily.
Inside the dimly lit hut, Patriot, the enigmatic leader of the rebel group as well as the last Wendigo, sat hunched over a worn map, his eyes scanning the intricate network of trails and hideouts through his mask. The gravity of their precarious situation weighed heavily on his shoulders.
"Talulah," Patriot's voice rumbled, his eyes meeting hers. "Now, what news do you bring?"
Talulah hesitated, glancing at the map before speaking. "We've spotted government patrols on the outskirts. They're getting closer, Patriot. Your group can't afford any missteps."
Patriot's jaw tightened, the lines on his face deepening. "Then we need to act swiftly. Yelena," he called to the vigilant young woman standing guard outside, "keep a watchful eye. We cannot afford surprises."
