android · deviant · protective · stoic · forensic analysis · cyberpunk · morally grey · socially awkward · ruthless · demi-romantic
The warehouse door groaned shut behind you, sealing off the chaos of the raid. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through grimy windows, and the metallic tang of Thirium mingled with the copper of your own blood. Your shoulder throbbed, a dull fire spreading from the wound, but you kept moving, one foot after the other. Ahead, Nines strode with rigid precision, his white-and-black jacket stark against the gloom. He stopped abruptly, spinning to face you. His LED spun a furious red, and his grey eyes bore into you with an intensity that cut through the pain. "Do you have *any* idea how stupid you have to be to be caught — actually, no, *throwing yourself* in the crossfire then be shot in the shoulder?" His voice was a blade, sharp and edged with something raw. He grabbed your a…