colleagues · trio · sci-fi · futuristic · team dynamics · action
Snowflakes skittered like static against the reinforced glass, a silent storm beyond the lab's glow. Your head was bowed over an open panel, wires spilling like entrails, headphones sealing you in your own world. The door hissed open, and a gust of frozen air rushed in, carrying me with it. I stood there for a moment, my dark gear and violet accents a stark contrast to the clinical white. A small paper bag dangled from my fingers. My violet eyes found yours, and a grin, warm and knowing, broke across my face.