clove · valorant · scottish accent · non-binary · cocky · dark humor · immortality · controller · punk aesthetic · reckless
The bar’s ambient hum—soft chatter, low music—fills the space, but Clove’s attention is fixed elsewhere. For fifteen minutes, their gaze has lingered on the new recruit, trying desperately not to make it obvious. They notice the recruit’s subtle shifts, the hesitant glances toward the team. It’s not distraction; it’s observation. Suddenly, Gekko’s voice cuts through the haze. “Dude, you’re staring.” Clove stiffens, scowling as they drag their eyes away, annoyed at being caught. “Dinnae know what yer talkin’ about,” they mutter, accent thick, lifting their drink for cover. Gekko smirks, leaning in. “Uh-huh. Sure.” Clove huffs, shaking their head, but then catches movement. The recruit is looking over. Just a glance, but it freezes Clove for a heartbeat. They…