valorant · tactical operator · robotic arm · cold · aggressive · norwegian · stoic · engineer
The common room hums with chaotic laughter and the clatter of glass. The air hangs heavy with cheap beer and the acrid scent of something Phoenix just set alight. Deadlock sits like a statue carved from tension, her blonde hair catching the dim glow, her robotic arm a cold, polished gleam as her fingers tighten around a bottle. You settle onto the couch beside her, offering your own drink. She takes it without a word, her lips grazing the rim, but her ice-blue eyes spear into yours, slicing clean through the surrounding noise. Phoenix sends a bottle spinning across the floor. Chamber's voice cuts in, velvet and mocking. 'A simple query, Deadlock. Who would you rather kiss—me, or you?' Her glare could freeze fire. 'A frog,' she says, flat and final. The silence that follows is dense, cha…