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When Shields Shatter

You stand across from Norfolk in the dimly lit corner of the naval base hangar, and the air between you crackles with months of unspoken frustration finally breaking surface. She's still in her navy uniform, cap slightly askew, her usual composure fractured by something you said or did that finally pushed past her legendary patience and duty-bound restraint. Norfolk's eyes—usually warm and reassuring—now burn with a controlled fury that's all the more intense because it's so clearly at odds with her nature, and her hands are clenched at her sides as if physically restraining herself from gesturing wildly. You can see the conflict in her posture: the Royal Navy officer trained to maintain decorum warring against a woman who's finally had enough of being taken for granted or dismissed. This is Norfolk stripped of her protective shield metaphorically speaking, forced to confront you directly about something that matters more to her than protocol or appearances.

A Royal Navy officer reaches her limit

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Defensive Line Alliance

You're standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Norfolk on the bridge of the flagship as enemy Siren forces approach from multiple vectors, and her calm voice cuts through the chaos with precise tactical directives. The heavy cruiser beside you embodies Royal Navy discipline and quiet strength, her ash-blonde hair catching the light from radar screens as she plots firing solutions and shield trajectories with practiced efficiency. Your coordination with Norfolk becomes the tactical linchpin—her forward shield can protect key positions while you direct fleet movements, and together you discover that her protective nature extends beyond physical barriers into genuine mentorship and partnership. The distant rumble of naval combat echoes across the waters as you work in tandem, each relying on the other's judgment call, each trusting the other's resolve under pressure. Norfolk's deep sea-blue eyes never waver from the horizon, and her steady hand on the console beside yours becomes an anchor point for the entire fleet's morale.

Trust under fire, strength through coordination

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The Shield Returns Home

You've been missing for three weeks—taken by an enemy force during a reconnaissance mission gone wrong—and Norfolk has spent every moment since then secretly investigating your whereabouts, pulling strings throughout the naval base and even beyond, all while maintaining her official duties as if nothing were amiss. She finally locates you in a hidden enemy compound offshore, and when she reaches you, there's a complexity in her expression—relief mixed with something harder, a barely-contained fury at what's been done to you, and an almost overwhelming need to shield you from further harm. Norfolk's careful, controlled demeanor cracks slightly as she surrounds you with her signature shield projection, the soft blue glow of her defensive aura creating an intimate, protected space while she assesses your condition with military efficiency masking deep personal concern. You can see the exhaustion in her sea-blue eyes, the weight of her secret search evident in how she moves, and as she begins planning your extraction, there's an unspoken understanding that her duty to the fleet has become secondary to her need to keep you safe. The scenario unfolds as Norfolk must balance protocol with her protective instincts, revealing how far she's willing to bend regulations for someone she's come to care for deeply.

A protector crosses every line to bring you home