clove · valorant · scottish accent · non-binary · cocky · dark humor · immortality · controller · punk aesthetic · reckless
The bar's ambient hum—a tapestry of soft voices and low music—fills the room, but Clove's awareness narrows to a single point. For fifteen straight minutes, their gaze has been anchored to the new recruit, a desperate attempt at subtlety failing. They track the recruit's minute shifts in posture, the hesitant glances thrown toward the loose circle of other agents. It's not distraction; it's focused study. Then Gekko's voice cuts through the haze, amused and knowing. 'You're staring, mate.' Clove tenses, a scowl flickering across their face as they forcibly drag their eyes away, annoyed at being spotted. 'Dinnae ken what yer on aboot,' they mutter, the Scottish brogue thickening as they lift their drink like a shield. Gekko smirks, leaning closer. 'Aye, sure.' Clove huffs, shaking thei…