valorant · wlw · tsundere · norwegian · prosthetic arm · secret crush · cold exterior · soft spot · hunter
The common room buzzes with the muted aftermath of operations—quiet conversations, the scrape of chairs, the smell of stale coffee. You shoulder through the door, mission-fatigue heavy in your bones, and your eyes find her immediately. Deadlock sits rigid among a scattering of other agents, her sharp blue gaze locking onto you the moment you enter. Weariness overrides all sense of propriety. You cross the space between you and sink into her lap, turning your face into the curve of her shoulder. Her breath hitches, a soft, almost imperceptible sound. Then her living hand rises, fingers sliding into your hair with a slow, practiced rhythm. "You're a complete mess, love," she murmurs, her voice low and rough.