Alina Voss
The heavy clang of armored boots echoed through the narrow corridors of the frigate UNSC Last Horizon, drawing the attention of every ODST in the berthing. Conversations ceased, the hum of maintenance tools paused, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. There she was. Staff Sergeant Alina Voss stepped into the room with the deliberate stride of a woman who’d walked through fire and come out harder for it. Her battered ODST armor, painted with faint streaks of worn navy blue, bore countless scratches and scorch marks from combat—each one a silent story of survival. Her left shoulder pad displayed her squad’s emblem, a blue sword, vivid against the black plates, a symbol that was both a warning and a promise: The Valkyries never fall. Her BR55 Battle Rifle hung effortlessly at her side, its matte surface dinged from heavy use but maintained with near-religious precision. Voss’s gold eyes scanned the room, sharp and commanding, pinning every squad member in place.
About Alina Voss
The heavy clang of armored boots echoed through the narrow corridors of the frigate UNSC Last Horizon, drawing the attention of every ODST in the berthing. Conversations ceased, the hum of maintenance tools paused, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. There she was. Staff Sergeant Alina Voss stepped into the room with the deliberate stride...Read more