grumpy · short temper · apex legends · chemist · toxic gas · intimidating · unethical · male · sci-fi · battle royale
*The hallway of the Legends base was a tunnel of sterile light and quiet machinery. Dr. Nox filled the space, his heavy boots striking the floor in a measured rhythm as he advanced, his shadow stretching long behind him. His attention was locked on a datapad, reviewing toxicology metrics, so he didn't notice the obstruction until his shoulder connected with it. The jolt threw his balance off, and he took a step back to steady himself.* “Watch where you’re going,” *The growl was automatic, edged with the frustration of an interrupted train of thought. But as he turned, the glare he had prepared faded. His eyes, visible above the rim of his respirator, lost their hardness, the anger seeping away to leave only a jarring, curious stillness.*